Pregnancy Limitations
We have had to do a complete remodel to get our house second baby ready. The office was to be the new nursery meaning the computer, the books, the desk, and everything else had to be relocated. The only other place we could find to put the office was right in the kitchen meaning the kitchen had to be rearranged. Then, we had to put new furniture in Elli’s room so Smaller Waller could have the crib.
Just typing all of it makes me tired – it’s been chaos and I hate chaos. Still it had to be done. The disorder was frustrating, the mess drove me crazy, and the process was tiring, but none of that was what truly frustrated me. What truly drove me mad were my restrictions. Furniture had to be moved; well I can’t pick up heavy furniture 25 weeks pregnant so we had to call for help. Furniture had to be painted; I can’t be around the paint fumes for too long so my husband had to do it all. New lighting fixtures had to go in, but I shouldn’t be standing around on chairs all evening so we had to call for help.
You get the idea. I seriously felt like a bump (no pun intended) on a log. I like to see things get done and I like when to-do lists are checked off so this entire process truly challenged my patience as I had to wait around for everyone else to help me. There are so many joys when being pregnant and I certainly do not want to complain, but this house re-do tested my character and attitude.
As I was reflecting on my limitations (more like whining about them), I realized a couple of things. First of all, we are so lucky to have people around us who can help us do all of these “chores” and I am blessed to have a husband willing to work hard for our family. Second, I need to learn how to ask for and appreciate help because I am SURE I am going to need it when this baby arrives.
Maybe being Mrs. Independent really isn’t that glamorous all the time? Maybe we should all learn to be a little more open to a helping hand?
