So, I write this at a time where I am beginning to realize that I'm going to be needing a little help, from now until who knows when. Yesterday I had to make two trips to the car in order to go do laundry (I usually carry both baskets at the same time; not anymore.), and today I was tired by the time I got to the checkout at the grocery store, and still had the not-usually-daunting task of bringing in the groceries and putting them away. Needless to say, I'm kinda on the exhausted side at the moment. I'm beginning to reach the point where I will (read that as need only to prevent something bad from happening) ask for help with things, and even quite contentedly let others volunteer their services. But only because I know I can't do it myself. Yeah, I'm foolish and proud like that.
Up until this point, though, it really irked me when people would tell me that I shouldn't be doing x, y, or z because I am expecting, as though I am some sort of fragile invalid. Yes, I understand it is out of care and concern for J.B.'s and my well-being, but honestly, I don't like being told what to do, or what not to do, especially since I know it is still within my power to not do/do whatever it is. Just because I'm expecting does not mean that I have suddenly lost the ability to do laundry, go shopping, clean the house, or that said things no longer need to be done. They do, and for as long as I am able, I will do them. Yes, I know the Martian is capable of such things as well and will help out when necessary, but I also know the last thing he will want to do when he comes home after work is more work. His time will definitely come, but it is not now. Now is still my time.
All I have to do is look to the mother expecting for the nth time, and still has to plow through her day without taking it easy. And all the women who came before us, on the pioneer trails, on farms, and elsewhere who didn't stop their lives because they were expecting. They had to keep going, otherwise they quite simply would not survive. And our Blessed Mother, who still had to do what she needed to do, and she was carrying GOD. Seriously, if these women managed to not die and give birth to relatively healthy children, I'm pretty sure living my day-to-day life isn't going to hurt anything. I do appreciate concern, but the whole "you're fragile as a china doll" attitude can certainly be done away with. Yes, I'm a woman; yes, I'm pregnant; but that does not mean I am incapable. Thanks anyway, though.