Revalation at 23 weeks, 3 days.

He who has health, has hope. And he who has hope, has everything.
Proverb

I have been thinking lately that I may not being very fair to my body. Here it is, working hard, trying to grow a PERSON... and because it hasn't complained too much, I just continue like nothing has changed.

There is much going on at this moment: work and school take up a lot of time and every spare minute is spent painting, packing, cleaning and (eventually) moving into the new house. We will find ourselves headed over there at 10:00 at night to start our evening's work... and drop into bed exhausted at 2:00 in the morning- only to do it all over again the next day. I have a lot on my mind and spend many restless nights tossing and turning before the alarm goes off at the ungodly hour we have it set for. There is always something to do and somewhere to go... and I truly do not remember what it feels like to spend an evening at home. Relaxing? I know not of this "relaxing" you speak of!

My body finally decided it had put up with enough.. and went on strike this weekend. If it was only here to serve me.. I would most likely ignore its whining and continue on as usual; however, this is Liam's home as well. It was not a fair amount of cramping made me realize that I could potentially be putting him in danger that I really stopped and evaluated the situation. I apologized profusely for my lack of consideration to both him and said vessel and I believe we are back on good terms... However, I have definitely decided I need to make a few adjustments to how I am handling life. As difficult as it is for me to do, I need to cut myself a little bit of slack: rest, hydrate, eat well, sleep often... and stop all that heavy lifting, for goodness' sake!