One of the things about pregnancy that I have the hardest time with is realizing that I cannot do all of the things that I would normally do. I have to be a little more gentle with myself. I cannot lift heavy things. I cannot get off the floor as easily. I cannot move as quickly. I cannot count on a good night’s sleep.
Last night when I got home from my trip with my mom, I was exhausted. We hadn’t done much shopping. I hadn’t done much walking. But I was tired. I took a nap and woke up feeling sluggish and out of sorts. I told myself that I would finish cleaning the house but when I started working on the kitchen, simply picking up the random rubbish and wiping down the counters, I had to sit down. Five minutes later I got up and cleaned out the fridge then I had to sit down again. And so it went until Hubby got home and I gave up and sat on the couch like a lump until I was hungry enough to make dinner, a simple dinner that usually takes 10 minutes but took 30 last night.
I don’t always feel like that. In fact, it’s rare for me to feel like that.
When I got up this morning I had pep in my step and I got going right away. I worked out, got ready for work, picked up the house, finished cleaning, and even started taking the tree down. I threw some bottles in my trunk and told myself that I would return them on my way home tonight. It was only then that I realized I probably would not feel like doing that. It’s a long day for me. I did a lot before I left the house plus I had a doctor’s appointment and I work until 9. AND I didn’t sleep well last night. I only got about 5.5 hours of sleep. My program wasn’t ready to go at work and I had to move a bunch of tables, too.
Now it’s almost the end of my shift and my energy held out pretty well. At 7:40 I was amazed that I still felt good. 10 minutes later I was nearly dead. But now I HAVE to go to the store because we’re out of toilet paper.
I can’t do everything. I am going to have to learn that and I am going to have to start delegating.