It was ugly. After another challenging morning at a community appointment, I arrived back at the office completely drained, hungry, achy, and emotional. Nuclear pregnant meltdown followed within 45 minutes. Thank goodness I work with super supportive social worker types. All women. All much more aware of my limits as a Mom-to-be than I am.
After a drive home, an epsom salts bath, a long nap, and a nutritious meal, I feel better.
Lesson learned. My expectations of myself have to change.
It has been hard for me not being able to do everything I used to be able to do. It took me two weeks to get the baby's room painted. After planting my flower bed the other weekend, I could barely do anything else. Walking to work (4km) is taking almost an hour now and is exhausting.
I'm still riding my bike (easier and faster than walking) and hope to hang on to that as long as possible.