When I picture myself the image of Jabba the Hutt pops up. Me sitting here looking very large doing that Jabba laugh ordering my kids around like Bib Fortuna with Gorbulas on my lap like that Selacious Crumb guy who looked a lot like my Aunt Rosie.
I have reached new levels of laziness. Granted I am feeling quite fatigued which I suppose is normal at this stage. But I am ashamed of myself how much I am not moving. Yesterday morning I felt better and I did take a walk, but was tired in the afternoon and resumed the task of sitting.
Dinner seems like it takes forever to make. And then when dinner is done, there’s that after dinner clean up which I never noticed before-dishes, wiping down the table, scrubbing the sink, vacuuming crumbs off the floor. I get tired thinking about it. I have gotten so bad, last night I saw a piece of paper on the floor and I stared at it for a long time thinking “I’ve got to bend down and reach over and get that.Yep, it’s still there.”
So please say a prayer for me. I have so much stuff to do before this baby and everyday my energy chips away as this load I am carrying seems to increase making it slightly harder. I have baby outfits to sew, corners to clean out (we are in the middle of “fall” cleaning), meals to cook in advance and freeze and school to teach.