Learning to be Lazy
The thing about being pregnant: it's exhausting! I'm generally your typical "Type-A": running a mile a minute, accomplishing twelve hundred things every day, and taking pride in those accomplishments (even things as small as finishing the laundry or finding my husband's matching socks). In my first trimester, however, I had to adjust to a whole new me...
Loving friends offered nice reminders, But Peach, you are accomplishing something! You're growing a life inside you! Every day you are contributing to your little baby's growth and development! Hmm. Excellent point. And I imagine when she actually comes out of my body, I'll be able to see the fruits of my labor (literally) and appreciate that these 9-10 months were put to good use and that all my eating and sleeping paid off. But on those fatigued days, with no real tangible mile markers, how can a Type-A like me feel satisfied when the laundry is piling up and I haven't managed to get out the door for a walk?
Thankfully I'm now into my second trimester, and my energy is back. Not 100%, but maybe 80-85%. I'm practicing yoga again, taking walks, checking things off my to-do list at work, cleaning the house, running errands--all of my normal responsibilities and hobbies. There's still some differences, such as my stamina--I can't seem to walk quite as far as I'm accustomed to, nor can I hold every Warrior II as long as the teacher instructs, but the primary difference: I need extra sleep. I've learned not to schedule anything before 11am, and my husband has sweetly accepted that cuddling is off limit in the morning! It's just me, my Snoogle Deluxe, and those extra Z's.
Some days, I wonder if I'll ever be the old Peach again. Will I get back to 100% of my energy and endurance? Or will the tired days of pregnancy transition into sleepless nights with a crying babe? Either way, it's pretty cool to learn something so new. Women have been doing this since time began, and wow, has my appreciation for mothers multiplied! Even my appreciation for myself.
Loving kindness, extra sleep, and a few deep breaths. I'm halfway there now.
Loving friends offered nice reminders, But Peach, you are accomplishing something! You're growing a life inside you! Every day you are contributing to your little baby's growth and development! Hmm. Excellent point. And I imagine when she actually comes out of my body, I'll be able to see the fruits of my labor (literally) and appreciate that these 9-10 months were put to good use and that all my eating and sleeping paid off. But on those fatigued days, with no real tangible mile markers, how can a Type-A like me feel satisfied when the laundry is piling up and I haven't managed to get out the door for a walk?
Thankfully I'm now into my second trimester, and my energy is back. Not 100%, but maybe 80-85%. I'm practicing yoga again, taking walks, checking things off my to-do list at work, cleaning the house, running errands--all of my normal responsibilities and hobbies. There's still some differences, such as my stamina--I can't seem to walk quite as far as I'm accustomed to, nor can I hold every Warrior II as long as the teacher instructs, but the primary difference: I need extra sleep. I've learned not to schedule anything before 11am, and my husband has sweetly accepted that cuddling is off limit in the morning! It's just me, my Snoogle Deluxe, and those extra Z's.
Some days, I wonder if I'll ever be the old Peach again. Will I get back to 100% of my energy and endurance? Or will the tired days of pregnancy transition into sleepless nights with a crying babe? Either way, it's pretty cool to learn something so new. Women have been doing this since time began, and wow, has my appreciation for mothers multiplied! Even my appreciation for myself.
Loving kindness, extra sleep, and a few deep breaths. I'm halfway there now.
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