After the first rough trimester of constant nausea, I started to feel a bit exhilarated. I pushed on through my new exercise routine at the Y, enjoying my newfound love of Zumba. I relished looking up new recipes and celebrated my most-days home-cooked meals. I wrote like crazy for our local paper and on my blog. Exhaustion would set in and I’d have pregnancy complaints, but I think I felt a bit like superwoman some days.
Now that I am 31 weeks along, I think I’m officially ready to admit that I am not superwoman. The truth is, I wake up every day with so many plans. I really do intend to pick up the toys scattered everywhere, but I’m pretty satisfied when one room manages to have a clear floor at the end of the day. I imagine my laundry folded and put away neatly, but I don’t mind the stacks of clean laundry just waiting to be folded as much as I should. And dinner? Well, I’m not that hungry anyway, to be honest. There just doesn’t seem to be that much room left for food with that bowling ball taking up additional space daily. I’m trying, but I should probably feel more guilt about the quesadillas and pizza we’ve consumed this week.
I think I just need to be honest with myself about the pace of my life and what I can truly handle. A part of me has probably been running on high for so long because I know things will change with 3 kids. They have to. And I chose for them to change. But it will be a bit difficult to make the adjustment.
So, I know I’m not posting as often as I once did. But I hope you’ll hang in there with me and know that I’m striving for quality over quantity right now. Plus, I’m gearing up for my Spring event and I know you’ll love some of the items I’ll be reviewing and giving away.
For right now, it’s off to make a smoothie and watch a bit of Doc Martin while the kids rest. I’ll probably think about folding laundry, but most likely I’ll just get more in the dryer and call it good.
I think you’re smart to do just what you can and what you feel like. Nothing more. 🙂
Do what you can, stock up your energy for when the third is out of that belly!
It’s all good. In the end it won’t matter that the laundry is folded, it will only matter that you took care of yourself!
-Ally
Oh, how I can relate! Life with many kids is rough, time is… well, what is time? Cause I can’t seem to find enough of it! LOL!
Do what you can, don’t worry about the rest!
Thanks for reminding me of the clean clothes in the hamper in the laundry room, as well as the clean clothes in the dryer. Maybe I’ll go fold those now… Or maybe I’ll wait until tomorrow. =)