Why do I do this to myself? Seriously. Every time I am pregnant, I get this feeling like I have to "prove" that I can handle having another child. The house has to be spotless, homemade dinners, organized, calm, collected. I also do this after the child is born. After Ivan was born, a friend called to ask me what time would be nice to drop dinner off, when she asked what I was doing, I said dishes. There was a long pause, and she told me to put them down and go lay down. The dishes could wait. But I didn't want anyone to drop food off to me in a messy house. Heaven Forbid.
So I feel bad that I am not handling everything I need to handle, but hello, walking down the stairs gets me nauseaous!I was up 3 times last night going to the bathroom. I had my first ever migraine yesterday(never want to go through that AGAIN) and couldn't even bend over without having a nice sharp pain go to the side of my head. Ahhh lovely.
I am givng myself permission to take it a little easier today. My house is a mess. I have piles and piles of laundry to wash, dishes are lining my counters. My bed is not made, the playroom had a hurricane go through it (at least I am pretty sure that is what happened)and you know what I am going to do? Clean? Just work through the nausea? No, no, no, no!
I am going to eat lunch, and then Ivan and I will be taking a nap. The dishes can wait right?