I had a scare this week.

Thursday I started having period-like cramps and ignored them. I figured it was normal, even though it was a pretty constant pain. I worked all day, picked up ONE from daycare, vacuumed the entire house, swept, cooked dinner, folded clothes … the usual. But as the cramps continued all day and into the night, I started to pay attention. And then I started to freak.

Apparently that was my body’s way of telling me HELLO, IT’S TIME TO REST. So I did.

I see other people who are working and pregnant with kids at home who seem to manage fine. I felt on some level like I was a weakling for having to wave my white flag and say I needed a break. That is kind of messed up, when I admit it out loud. I would have no problem telling another mom she was entitled to some rest, but still, I felt guilty.

I took the day off from work and spent it in bed and on the couch. 

Okay … fine. I might have done some laundry.

Do you know how hard it is to do nothing? It’s hard. When I’m all by myself, I start thinking things like how I’d love to go to T.J. Maxx or the mall or Home Goods. Or, I consider how nice it would be to finally organize the junk closet under the stairs. It’s really difficult for me to do nothing.  

Husband finds it rather easy to do nothing. He feels no guilt. I envy that.