Its been a madhouse around here this past two weeks. Far too many projects and the whole hassle of moving office has been taking a toll on this girl- she’s not been sleeping too well, she has dreams of her having dreams about work which is oddly trippy and makes her think she’s in some X-files episode. And since The Boy was off at reservist recently, she had to pull double duty.
No less, with her emotions already out of whack with the pregnancy, you can imagine that it took every ounce of her will power and self control to not burst into tears when The Boy came home all happy and excited about another project he’d like her to help out in.
And so, to help herself cope she’s decided on a few things:
1. She’d not take on any more new projects till she feels she’s fully rested. Besides, the ones she has on her plate (all 14 of them) keep her busy enough.
2. She’s going to go for her gym classes- they are a schedule hard landscape as far as she’s concerned. Cos, really, three hours a week- given her condition- is not alot to ask for some down time.
3. She’s not going to take anyone’s nonsense, in particular where this pregnancy is concerned. No silly old wives tales and absurd limitations. She’s going to just run stuff by her OBGYN and that’s that.
4. She’s going to book her holiday- seems like its to Melbourne- in November- regardless. The Boy has been issued the warning that if he attempts to delay/change her plans he can simply not go on the holiday with her. He’s since- finally- booked his leave.
5. She’s decided- short of a monumental event- she’s no longer working Fridays till she rests enough. And on some- tongue-in-cheek-arrogant manner, since she’s her own boss, so there.
So, amidst her doing all this, and her trying to “give thanks in all things” (recent quiet time reminds that its not “for” all things, but “in” all things”) she’s thankful for small mercies: earlier today, she prayed- yes, very whiny-ly, that some of her meetings would be canceled so she’d have time to do something frivolous. Her afternoon (originally jammed with meetings) suddenly freed up (people called to reschedule one by one) and she trooped off, disbelievingly but gratefully, to get her hair sorted.
The other day, Aunty Best Friend shared a beautiful song: Let it be, sung to perfection.
Let it be, let it be, let it be. There will be an answer- let it be.
Pregnancy?!!! *checks* My goodness, how did I miss THAT entry? Congratulations! And take care of yourself (though I’d tell you that regardless–you’ve been sounding way too tired your past few entries). And yeah, congrats ^___^
Take Mondays off like me.