I saw this little sign the other day. It spoke to me.
It is so true. I just returned from a weekend in Carbondale visiting my college roommate. She and her husband live there and he works for the college. I can't count how many times I said "I don't wanna go." This is in no way a reflection of my feelings for Chelsea and Andy. I love them dearly and would gladly see them daily. It is a reflection of how I feel about having to physically move myself. I keep asking Zac to work on figuring out teleportation for me...but he says he is busy.
I laugh at this, but it is a little sad. I am 26! When did I get so old that the hours between 11 and 7 seem like they were never meant for anything other than sleeping and the prospect of having to be outside of my comfort zone seems almost offensive? I like to pretend that it's just the pregnancy. If I were not so pregnant, I wouldn't have taken a nap on Chelsea's couch Saturday afternoon. It's a lie. Baby has little to do with it I am afraid. I have simply turned into a slightly antisocial homebody. Case in point, yesterday my sisters had a WildTree tasting party at their house. I wanted to tasted the food, I wanted to go, I simply wanted to go at my own convenience and in my pajamas. I think part of it had to do with the fact that my size bigger jeans weren't dry, so I had to squeeze my pudge belly into my smaller jeans and I thought I might just pop a button at anytime. And again, the other part being that I am a lazy antisocial girl.
So that's what I have been dealing with lately. I can sleep 12 hours in a day and still need a nap in my car in the park at noon. I come home from work and sit in my chair until hunger inspires me to move. And I celebrate cancelled plans because that means staying at home and changing into yoga pants. Lazy is what it is about right now. I am a lazy old pregnant lady. What up.