Weighing Things

Not literally things, although I do get weighed once a month at my midwife visits. I now weigh 163, by the way (get it? way? weigh? pregnancy brain?), which is the most I've ever weighed in my life.

Lately I've been weighing things like, is it worth it to continue to stand on my aching feet with my aching back and wash a sink full of dishes tonight so I won't be rushed in the morning? Is it a worthwhile endeavor to straighten the ever accumulating mess on the dining room table, or should I just go put my feet up and read? What serves me better: doing another load of laundry or taking a nap?

I don't see how single people get through the third trimester without support. Just working part-time, shopping for food, cooking (when I actually do it instead of relying on Dan) and cleaning up seems like enough, and I also take a pregnancy yoga class, a belly dance class, and we're taking pregnancy and childbirth classes on Wednesdays now too.

I've long believed it takes more than two people to raise a child, and now I belive it takes a village to maintain a healthy, happy pregnancy!

Thank goodness for Dan, my in-laws, my parents, my friends, my doula/massage therapist/holistic health care diva, and my midwife!