I’m sitting here under a nursing babe, typing this on my phone, feeling like crap. Literal crap.
The last two weeks I’ve been trying so hard to get up, get moving, and not let myself succumb to depression. Never mind that I’m trying to recover from having a giant hole cut in my stomach.
I’ve spent more time in real people clothes than my coveted yoga pants. I think there’s been a total of 3 or 4 days where I didn’t leave the house. And today Tim and I took the kiddos to the zoo. And I did lots of walking. In non-maternity pants. And now I feel like I’m dying. Or just sick. Either way I feel like crap.
All this time focusing on my mental health I forgot all about my physical health. If you see me in regular people clothes and outside the house before Monday you have permission to punch me.
Now, back to my spot on the couch where I shall remain until further notice.