Apparently my mind either a) has not received the memo my body sent out, or b) didn't read or understand it completely. I still think I should be able to do things and am running into problems shortly after I make my attempt. Even picking up Evan's toys from the floor is proving to be quite difficult, the contractions start almost immediately.
A few days ago, I was feeling adventurous and anxious to get out of the house. I figured a short trip to Target wouldn't hurt anything. Wrong! I was there less than an hour and began to get extremely tired. When I went to the front of the store to finalize my purchases I even started to feel like I was going to pass out. Oh, and just an FYI, one o'clock in the afternoon is NOT a good time of day for a Target run - I swear everyone was there and wanting to check out at the same time.
Things got so bad I even considered sitting on the floor a few times. And of course I accidentally left my cell phone at home on the couch, so I couldn't even call Kevin. Anyway, I made it home okay and went to rest in bed with my glass of water.
I just hope I start to realize my limits aren't what they were when I was pregnant with Evan. I am constantly amazed at how different having two of them inside of there is from just one. So, needless to say, I am still trying to adjust.
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