I am a wimp.
I started a work at home job this week, doing some research and writing for a website-to-be. It's only 15 hours a week, so it's not like it's THAT taxing. Recently I also signed up to be an assistant organizer for our ENORMOUS playgroup and that inspired me to host a playdate. Which I did on Friday. After obsessively cleaning the first floor on Thursday. I also got the bright idea a few weeks back that we should get up early this morning for a trip on the Easter Bunny train. And right now I seriously feel like I haven't slept in a week.
The only reason I'm not vegging on the couch right now is that I promised the kids that they could watch Lazytown. And Sportacus creeps me out.
Anyway, I feel like such a wimp.
The playdate was fun. The kids were great about sharing their toys and being friendly. The bunny train was basically fun. Although Lovebug cried when approached by all the costumed characters (Easter Bunny, Snoopy, Sylvester and Tweety) and peed so much that it leaked onto my skirt (don't be impressed by the skirt wearing, all my real pants were dirty). Luckily I brought extra pants for him. And then Ironflower needed the potty, which was so revolting and dirty I almost threw up all over it. Then I used a Wet One to disinfect myself and got nauseous all over again (apparently NewBaby doesn't like the smell of Wet Ones). But my parents came too and took us out for a lovely lunch after.
But I feel like I just ran a marathon.
(I've been doing my "energy moves" every morning too - the ones that I got from Health magazine that seemed to be helping. Until today.)
Hubby and my mother contend that I can't be feeling so rotten from the pregnancy already. But I think it had better be the pregnancy, otherwise I've developed mono or something. Any thoughts?
(Some of you are probably thinking, "Dude, this is your THIRD pregnancy, don't you know?" Uh, no. With Ironflower, the feelings of crappiness held off until week 8. And with Lovebug I had no symptoms until he started kicking. )
