I became sick on Thursday. Took Friday off to get all better. Laid around most of Saturday just to be sure. And by Sunday I felt fabulous. So fabulous that I did things like clean out the fridge, scrub down the microwave, go shopping, clean cobwebs from places that have been bugging me for months, and I walked up Dead Man's Hill (twice). Today I woke up sick again. I guess I over did it. It probably didn't help that I went to work this morning and facilitated a training where I had to talk for several hours straight.
Here is where the conundrum comes into play. I want to do all of these things to prepare for Baby B, but I have no energy because I am so busy with work and now I am sick. I think the sickness is my body telling me to slow down. But if I stop working now then that means less time with Baby B before I have to go back to work. And I can't stop preparing for her to get here. That just isn't an option. But if I keep working this hard then I will never get better and then I won't be able to have a good labor.
Ugh. I guess I just want my cake and to eat it too....
Here is where the conundrum comes into play. I want to do all of these things to prepare for Baby B, but I have no energy because I am so busy with work and now I am sick. I think the sickness is my body telling me to slow down. But if I stop working now then that means less time with Baby B before I have to go back to work. And I can't stop preparing for her to get here. That just isn't an option. But if I keep working this hard then I will never get better and then I won't be able to have a good labor.
Ugh. I guess I just want my cake and to eat it too....
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