Not Me Monday

Not Me Monday, or, here's a glimpse into what I DID NOT do this past week. I'm not all about denial- this is in fact intended to be a therapeutic practice for some people. You know the type- the ones who look like they've got it pretty well together and you wonder if they take the same shortcuts in life as you do. Well, we are all human and we all take shortcuts somewhere-- especially a 6 month preggo mama with three little people to watch over.



Last night, I found myself on the couch after dinner. Instead of doing my normal post-dinner clean up for the next 30 minutes, I somehow wound up stretched out on the sofa. My Peach came to sit next to me for some cuddle time and let me tell ya-- I DID NOT fall asleep in an instant. This pregnancy is NOT reverting back to the early, first trimester days when I could pass out at any point in the day. That would just so not be fair!



Our church is in the rebuilding process after it was burned by an arsonist just over two years ago. Because I have many little people who absolutely refuse to go to the nursery and pregnancy exhaustion/sickness to fight against... well, I just haven't made it to church a whole lot these past few months. So, when I heard today during the sermon that our new building would be ready come summer, let me just say that I CERTAINLY DID NOT lean over to my dear friend (who attends church regularly by the way) and say, "Oh, I could have the baby baptised in the new building." She mentioned something about this baby possibly being the first to have this event take place in our new building, but I swear I DID NOT smile at that thought. Nope, I barely even heard her. Besides, why would that even matter-- I'm NOT that strange.



Friday was my 24-25 week check up and the gestational diabetes test was due. I was warned not to eat much for lunch (why they tell a pregnant lady that? I'm not sure) maybe a light salad and that was it. I should also avoid sugar, yada, yada, yada. So, when my mom and daughters made cookies the night before this big test, there is NO WAY that I allowed myself to eat three cookies back, to back, to back. That would have been a sugar overload. To make up for what I DIDN'T DO, I may have had that light salad--but it was a BIG, light salad.



And since we're on the subject of "trying to do right" or "be good" during pregnancy, let me just say that I go to bed every night thinking that the next morning will be the one where I get up extra early to walk on the treadmill for just 30 mins. Why do I seem to have the energy to propose this to myself at night when I soooooo know there's no way I'm giving up precious sleep--OOPPS, I DID NOT just tell that lie. No, what I meant was I get up each morning before anyone else and sneak around the house quietly getting my running shoes on. Then I totally work out for like, an hour.



Well, there ya have it for this week. Tune in next Monday for my free therapy-- and start your own if you feel the urge. Just check out MckMama's blog for the official rules.