I hate to admit it....but at 29 weeks I'm wishing away these last 11 (or so) weeks.
This was not what I expected. Morning sickness, out of breath, and overall...being completely useless.
With our son I was every where and not much kept me down. I guess now, I'm chasing a toddler...that probably makes all the difference. However, despite my annoyance with my own uselessness, I'm trying to enjoy this pregnancy- each one is unique and only experienced once.
But I still try to take it one day at a time.
One thing that this has allowed me to realize is how much I've been blessed in our marriage.
My dear husband (rarely) gripes about the condition of our house and if something needs cleaned or done, he either does it himself or helps. He readily helps when I ask as well. Laundry baskets are too heavy and cumbersome for me to carry up and down the stairs now so I'm thankful he's around to help.
I realize that many men see these things as "woman's work" and refuse to step outside their assumed "gender roles". In our home, we both make messes...we both live here... we both take responsibility for cleaning up after ourselves (although sometimes it takes a few days or an invisible floor to get it done).
When my husband is working, especially on jobs with long hours, I do my best to keep a clean home, clean laundry and dinner ready (or at least prepared) for when he comes home. He's counting on me to do my part while he's doing his. If I don't, I'm not respecting my husband and the hard work he's doing to provide for our family so that I can be a work at home mama and raise our children.
I am blessed!
