AHHH!!! This is really tough. I'm supposed to be resting up and doing nothing, but I just can't! How many times in my life have I said I needed a vacation? Well, now I have one of sorts, and it's miserable...but that's because I'm carrying around an extra 70 plus pounds and I'm in pain most of the time and I'm worried about my babies and my husband (because he's been so wonderful, I don't want him to start resenting me).
I can't stop thinking about work...or the C-section, or motherhood and I haven't been sleeping at all. I just need to relax and stop complaining and that's really tough to do.
Guinness just looks at me like, "What is wrong with you lady. You used to be able to actually move."
When Eric comes home from the gym, I make him tell me all the boring details of the whole trip...right down to how his muscles burned on the 25th rep of bicep curls. I'm so jealous to get back to the gym....so I can sweat and get all the bad mojo out.
Kasi is coming in tonight for the weekend, from NYC. I'm so excited to see her. I told her that I won't be able to do much, but if she wants to push me around in a wheelchair, we may be able to go somewhere. She laughed maniacally....not sure I like that.
I am currently reading a great book, though, called "Eat. Pray. Love." And, of course, everytime I put it down, I begin to fret because I feel like I'll never be able to read abook again....could I be any more dramatic??
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