I was brought up to believe that the worst flaw I could possibly have was laziness. An inability to saw, a lack of interest in chess playing, a difficulty with the geography of French rivers - all that was forgiveable as long as I was hard-working. The brainwashing has been so successful that whenever I am in bed, sick, with a fever, and shivering uncontrollably, the first thought that always comes to my mind is - well, what if I'm just being lazy and am trying to find a way out of school/work/some other obligation?
Pregnancy is a stretch in the non-laziness department. I have to stop long before I'm fully exhausted. I have to choose resting over nesting sometimes. I keep saying, 'but I'm not sick, I'm not disabled, I'm just... well, pregnant." The truth remains: my body is going at an entirely different pace than my mind or my will. much slo-o-o-ower. And I am learning to accept that. And I am struggling with letting those around me do more, and do things I could very well do, just not all at once and right this minute.
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