I mean this in the most literal way possible: Georgia has spent the last 15 minutes doing laps in the kitchen, circling from the fridge to the sink to the cellar door over and over and over again. Panting and grunting and making little noises of effort completely oblivious to my watching her. She has thus-far refused a nap today. She SHOULD be tired, we played, went for a walk, took a long turn on the swings, and then these laps! My goodness, I hope they do the trick. I suppose maybe she is just too excited by all she can accomplish now, but Mama needs some downtime!
The stove guy was supposed to come today, but as of yet there's been no word from him. We have no less than 10 appointments (between Georgia and I) coming up in the next 3 weeks. I should be happy about the day off, but again with the "what nows?"
It's scary and a bit humiliating to admit, but even the short walk to the park is feeling like an effort already and I am not even 1/2-way through this pregnancy. I am going to see a nutritionist next week. The thing is intellectually I know what/how I should be eating, unfortunately as I just wrote to a friend food and mood are intricately linked for me. The hormones don't help, but perhaps they are an excuse. Not just to eat, but to blame my eating on anything other than stress and sadness.
I am not feeling particularly sad today, just unfinished. Which, I suppose, ultimately, is a good thing. I am alive after all. But feeling unfinished and directionless...now maybe that's getting more to the root of the matter.
I mean this in the most literal way possible: Georgia has spent the last 15 minutes doing laps in the kitchen, circling from the fridge to the sink to the cellar door over and over and over again. Panting and grunting and making little noises of effort completely oblivious to my watching her. She has thus-far refused a nap today. She SHOULD be tired, we played, went for a walk, took a long turn on the swings, and then these laps! My goodness, I hope they do the trick. I suppose maybe she is just too excited by all she can accomplish now, but Mama needs some downtime!
The stove guy was supposed to come today, but as of yet there's been no word from him. We have no less than 10 appointments (between Georgia and I) coming up in the next 3 weeks. I should be happy about the day off, but again with the "what nows?"
It's scary and a bit humiliating to admit, but even the short walk to the park is feeling like an effort already and I am not even 1/2-way through this pregnancy. I am going to see a nutritionist next week. The thing is intellectually I know what/how I should be eating, unfortunately as I just wrote to a friend food and mood are intricately linked for me. The hormones don't help, but perhaps they are an excuse. Not just to eat, but to blame my eating on anything other than stress and sadness.
I am not feeling particularly sad today, just unfinished. Which, I suppose, ultimately, is a good thing. I am alive after all. But feeling unfinished and directionless...now maybe that's getting more to the root of the matter.
And still I yak on with nothing much to say.