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define lazy
By heather | January 11, 2008
(First, THANK YOU to everyone who called me or commented on my last entry. I truly mean it when I say that your writings and comments have helped so much. I have been assured that the psychotic hormone (that has a name I can’t remember) will level off soon allowing me to “enjoy” my second trimester.)
I noticed the other day that I was doing really well being consistent with my blog entries. Of course, noticing was enough to ensure I wouldn’t write for the rest of the week because I would freak out about what to write next, which is exactly what I did. I wasn’t lazy, I was having a moment.
I am wearing the same pair of pants I wore yesterday, except today the right leg is decorated with a dirt mark from a small shoe. And we’re not talking sweats, which can easily go 4 days or more. These are work pants, that at least demand they be worn on alternate days. Lazy? Yes. But also – NECESSARY after learning at my 3 month baby checkup that I’ve already gained SEVEN pounds. No wonder even my fat pants don’t want to close over my hips. The true maternity pants are too big, my regular pants say “hell no” and so I’m left with this one pair.
Gaining seven pounds could also be attributed to lazyness. Except it turns out, I’m not lazy and chowing down, I’m retaining water. Poking my leg is like poking a water ballon. Retaining water has caused me to develop carpal tunnel in both wrists. Can I just say, OW? I will admit I used to kind of doubt that people with CT were really in that much pain. I mean, come on it’s not like you got tackled or fell off a trampoline or slammed your finger in a door. Those things HURT. Typing injury? Really?
Well it turns out that instead of reserving a special place in hell next to the crowd of other unsympathetic people like me, I get to learn my lesson right now. The other morning I woke up and tried to prop myself up in bed to turn on the light. I didn’t realize until my useless hands gave way tumbling me head first out of bed and onto the floor that both arms were numb from my forearms down. Now I’m wearing braces on both wrists that are so clunky I can’t even dial my cell phone. I’ve already warned Brett that if I turn over in my sleep and happen to accidentally strike him, I’ll probably break his nose. So don’t snore.
This morning instead of giving Alex his bottle in the rocking chair in his room as is the custom, I took him back to bed with me. Did I want a few more minutes being horizontal? Absolutely. But I was really taking the suggestion made in one of my comments the other day to snuggle with my baby. Too bad Baby had other ideas and after flipping me his empty bottle, immediately slid out of bed to continue dismantling my hair dryer. How do some people wake up so chipper?
While I’m not one for excuses, and might be accused of being the teeniest bit unsympathetic to things like having a cold or stubbing your toe, I will always help you find the alternative voice if ever you’re accused of lazyness. Because that’s just not right.
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