Slowing down
Feeble Knees posted about overdoing it while pregnant, and I must say, I can relate. For her, it was trimming the lawn. For me, this weekend, it was doing dishes.
Unfortunately, during the week our dishes sometimes get out of control. After working all day, then cooking dinner, I just don't want to deal with washing the dishes. And Erick has been working so much that he doesn't want to do it either.
In our house, we have the unfortunate (dish-wise) combination of cooking a lot and not having a dishwasher, so it's amazing how many dishes we produce in a day. In an average day, I make myself breakfast and pack a lunch. Erick makes himself breakfast (usually involving frying some eggs and some meat, often in separate pans). I cook dinner and unload my lunch containers. I go to bed. Erick cooks himself a second dinner, often involving frying something in one or more pans.

Anyway, so the dishes pile up.

I did a huge load of them Friday, and about halfway through my back started to hurt, and I thought "I'm almost done, I'll just do a few more and then sit down." I finished, then was so exhausted that I took a nap.

Yesterday, the dishes had already piled up again. I did some in the afternoon, then we had dinner and snacks, and by 10pm, it was a disaster again. I couldn't face Monday with a sink full of dishes, so I did them again. This time, I did take a break in the middle of it, but still, by the end my legs and back were killing me.

So what was my point?

Oh. Right.
I'm pregnant, and very busy, and I get tired. And I need to slow down, and cut myself some slack, since my body is working very hard to grow a baby.  ¶ 4:49 PM