First of all, Happy St. Patrick’s day to those who celebrate. Happy Israeli election day to the rest of you ;-).
After yesterday’s post on pregnancy reflections, I find myself sitting on my bum, typing on my computer on the couch, while staring out the window at a truly beautiful day on our farm. I have been outside a little bit and ran some errands. but I just don’t currently have the energy to even go for a walk. I just want to crash on the couch with the hubs and the pooch. This is hard for me, as I so want to continue the “perfect pregnancy” illusion, even to myself. I want to be the person who goes into labor due to a 3 or 10 mile hike in the woods, followed by a squeaky clean paleo meal and a raspberry leaf tea. Not doing what I’m currently doing, which is just sitting on my bum, waiting for…what? Labor? Inspiration? A combination?
Today’s breakfast was pizza. Grain-free pizza, I hasten to say, but pizza.
I just have to remember that today is just a day. It’s not anything other than a 24 hour cycle. A day is not a moral issue. Assuming I don’t hurt anyone, including myself, and I take care of my responsibilities, that’s enough for now. Everything happens, not just for a reason, but for the lesson.