I’ve had a bit of a rough day today. It all started with yesterday. I did too much. Way too much. But it is really hard to stop myself. I’m used to being able to run 20 miles and then go bowling (yes, I did this when I trained for my first marathon). Now, doing more than making the bed and walking the dog kicks me on my ass. I’ve learned if I do too much that the next day I am hurting and pretty useless. I guess the silver lining on this latest ass kicking is that I did too much on a Saturday, so I had Sunday to recuperate.
Yesterday started off just fine. I took Riley for a very nice walk. About two miles which took about 40 mintues. She loved it. I loved it. It was very nice. The weather was beautiful and we were both feeling good. As lunchtime approached, I thought about making homemade macaroni and cheese. We had a bunch of cheese laying around in the fridge, so I put it to good use. Between making the mac and cleaning the kitchen, and prepping the rest of lunch (with Alan’s help), I was on my feet for about an hour. Yesterday afternoon/evening I showered (that is becoming a task in and of itself these days), partially cleaned the bathroom, straightened up the living room, vacuumed, made dinner, and cleaned the kitchen. Alan got home early on account of it being the 4th (which was awesome) so we were able to have dinner together. He could see by the way I was moving and walking that I had done too much. He scolded me, but couldn’t really do much more. And we both knew that I’d pay the price today.
I woke up and felt like I had been lifting the world on my shoulders the day before. My shoulders were spasming, my back was aching, and my uterus kept having Braxton Hicks contractions. Riley refused to pee when I took her out at 8:00, and refused again when I took her out at 8:45. I made breakfast while in tears from pain and frustration with the dog (thank you hormones!) . Alan got up and did good, he offered me a hug. We sat down for breakfast at Wimbledon to watch the men’s final. Once done eating, I tried, in vain, to get comfortable. Sit on the couch – no. Sit on the chair – no. Lay on the floor – no. Nothing worked. I had massive knots in my shoulders and my uterus kept freaking out whenever I made a movement. Luckily there was no real pain associated with it, so I think it was just Braxton Hicks.
It tooks me a while (an hour or two!) but eventually I got comfortable, which was heavenly. I’ve been trying to drink a lot of water today because I know dehydration can cause Braxton Hicks and I just feel like I need water. The only problem is then I had to use the bathroom more often, and again, every time I stood up, my uterus freaked out. Cheeto has been moving around a lot today, so I don’t think little Cheeto had been impacted at all by my bull headed-ness.
Alan took great care of me, preparing my lunch and bringing me water or other supplies as needed. Before he left for work, he helped get me set up with my provisions for the evening and walked Riley as well. LOTS of water, reading material including What to Expect When Expecting and Appetite for Life, remote for the TV and DVD, pad of paper and pen (you never know), phone, Chapstick, crossword puzzle book, and movies. Here’s the setup:
And so, I’ve pledged to myself, Alan, and Cheeto to do nothing today aside from relax. Sure, the dishwasher needs to be unloaded, but I will not do it. And my dinner plate needs to be rinsed, but I will not do that either. I only get up to eat and to use the bathroom. That’s it. And I am feeling better for it. It has been a bit of a rough day but I am feeling better and think I will be good to go to work tomorrow. I am going to keep up with the water and taking it easy today, and tomorrow. I’m going to try my hardest to not do too much for the next six weeks, but it really is going to be hard for me.
