Priorities

Girl on Saturday wrote this timely post about The Life You Lead Every Day and who you really are.

I started to respond, and ended up writing an entire post instead.

Pregnancy is teaching me my limits, in a way that nothing else ever has.

Not 8mos on crutches while I was in the Navy, not even a broken collarbone, 2 surgeries, 3 weeks of bed rest, and 6 mos in a sling.

And I hate it.

I hate it I hate it I hate it!

I don't have limits, dammit!

Not Ms. Do All The Things!

But I do.

I have limited energy, no sex drive, terrible heartburn, insomnia, and oh yeah- a little person growing in my body who takes some offense to my idiotic schedule and refusal to rest or supply him with enough nutrition.

Shit.

I could ignore that for myself.... not so much for our child.

So I'm learning to cope.

• Lowering my number of obligations on a given day.
• Stretching out my to-do list by the week, not every day.
• Accepting help.
• Napping.
• Scheduling recharge time (those naps are a great example)

So what does that mean in concrete terms?

• No Winter Solstice Party this year- but participating in the church's ritual instead.
• Misfits' Christmas Dinner means I only cook 3 dishes, not my usual 'entire meal'. Also, paper plates this year. I can go back to being a rabid environmentalist on the 26th.
• Asking for help to come over and clean with me tomorrow and maybe help me cook.
• Only hitting 1-2 stores at a time while Christmas shopping, instead of my usual marathon of shopping, baking, creating, and wrapping in one day.
• Asking D for help, even when I feel guilty about it (the man works two jobs, I'm allowed to feel guilty even if I am pregnant!)
• Lowering my cooking standards, and eating frozen bagged meals once a week when I feel like crap.

But there are things too important to me to give up:

• Regular attendance at my church (um, I can haz support system?)
• Having a clean house
• Semi-regular social interaction with people who make me feel good
• My holiday traditions, such as Solstice Tea in honor of my Nana
• Continuing to be known as a good/thoughtful gift-giver

Priorities. We all have them. So what if mine are a little Martha Stewart-ish.... only without the jail time.