Late Answer to an Earlier Question

I've always been one of those people that normally can't think of something to say until the moment has passed, whether a witty comeback or gracious comment.  I still haven't changed.

Yesterday, I was asked what I thought the worst part of pregnancy was.  I didn't really have an answer.  My pregnancy has been really easy compared to some of the horror stories I've heard other women go through.  I didn't have morning sickness, I get heart burn on the VERY rare occasion, my feet have only been swollen maybe a total of 5 times, and I've been told I don't waddle (however I limp every now and then from my hip catching).  The only other thing I could think of was waking up a lot in the night, and I've adjusted that.  I've found that if I keep myself up an extra hour or 2 past what my normal bed time is, I only wake up once in the night, if at all.  Over all, I still can't complain.  I know I've written that a few times in my previous posts, but it remains true.  I guess I didn't really answer the question at the time, but out of those listed above, I would say the sleep thing.  Until I thought about it more.

As most of you know, we closed on a new house last Wednesday.  It's a good bit larger than the town home we're living in now and has a great yard.  The only semi-negative to the house is it's age.  It needs a bit of TLC to become a comfortable living space for me.  These past couple of days, a lot has happened (and Chad did a lot of it himself).  On Thursday and Friday, he ripped out all the old carpet (and that was nasty) and padding in the whole house, then pulled out the tack strips on the main floor.  I sat around and watched as he did this by himself since he didn't want me in the ick that was nestled in the carpet.  On Saturday, we had the air ducts cleaned, a wall removed, and the house measured for flooring (wood on the main, and carpet upstairs).  Again, I sat and watched while a lot of the work was being done.  On Sunday, after they played and won their first baseball game of the season, Chad and 2 of the guys, as well as Kenny and Karen, did more work on the house.  The guys all pulled out the old and wood flooring in the entrance and powder room; Karen pulled the old carpet staples from the main level sub floor; and I took out the screws left in the walls that I could reach.  I had started to help with the staples, then got too tired and over heated.  (Plus I couldn't bend down and scootching along the floor was very uncomfortable.)

Thus, I have my answer to the earlier question... The hardest part about being pregnant is not being able to do the things I could before.  I get tired a LOT faster.  I get worn out walking up the hill to the house, or the going up and down the stairs a couple of times.  I can't bend down to tie my shoes!  And I'm sure I have streaks of hair on my legs that I can't reach or see to shave.  Not to mention all the activities I'm not allowed to do - biking and wakeboarding being the top 2 since the weather has changed for Spring.

I've been told to let others do things for me and enjoy it while it lasts, but I've never been that type of person.  I LIKE to do things for myself.  Yes, pampering is awesome every once in a while.  But there's a difference between being pampered and feeling incapable.  I don't like to sit around and watch family and friends work on my house doing things I should be helping with.  Yes, I know I'm performing a very important task, making sure Nuggette is healthy and "fully cooked."  And that is my number 1 priority.  But I still can't help but feel bad sitting and watching others work.

I guess in a couple of weeks (3 at the very most!) this will all change.  Not that I'll be able to do more of the physical labor that comes with making an older house sparkle again, but that I'll be busy with the beautiful little person I've already helped to make.  In a short time, my priorities and focus will move from the house to this wonderful little miracle.  Everything else will pale in comparison.

But until then, I'll just keep plugging away at what I can do, and "supervise" the rest.