Once upon a time, I was pregnant. I don't know about the rest of you, but when I'm pregnant, I move like a turtle trying to swim through molasses. Or maybe like a cow trying to roll over. Or possibly a duck trying to carry an anvil. You get the point- it was awkward.
Then, we got a Wooble and I was no longer pregnant. Yay! Time passed, and I began to heal. I got an exercise bike and started to do cardio. I got ambitious and tried to do push-ups. That failed, but I have high hopes.
The point is, I can move now, and it's glorious. I'm really excited about being a non-anvil-carrying duck. So much so, that for the past two weeks I have worked myself silly. Today's exercise: workout on the bike followed by hauling the branches of a tree to a burn pile. That doesn't sound like much until I tell you that the fire was burning for four hours, and Hubby and I took turns hauling those branches for about 3 of those hours.
And, yes, I am still raising two children. One of them stares cutely at us from her bedroom window, and we wave at her from the pasture. The other sleeps in his little swing. I love modern technology.
Hubby and I are hot and smoky tonight. I wish the actuality of that was as sexy as it looks in print.
Can I go to bed now?
3 comments:
I think a duck trying to carry an anvil would look a lot like a dead duck. Just sayin' ;)
Hot and smoky sounds good until you remember what smoke smells like. Speaking of modern technology, isn't a shower nice after a day like that?
WV: forstu---I did it forstu but Stu didn't come. Darn him anyway!
I totally sympathize with the turtle in molasses analogy. I'm SO READY to be done and work on getting my body back! I'm cheering for you!
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