Some women experience wholly blissful pregnancies, relatively free from nausea, with goddess-like looks, supple skin, lustrous hair, and contented growth. I have no idea what that might possibly be like. Me and Nugget have had a, well-let's just say it hasn't been the easiest mountain to climb so far. I've been more tired, nauseous, heartburn-y, and otherwise then I ever thought possible. The self I've always known myself to be no longer exists. This new woman, this new body, is still quite new to me, physically and psychologically.
In short, much of my usual, seemingly unstoppable fount of energy has been wholly absent. As in, totally gone. Resultantly, some things I've been intending to get to have fallen to the wayside. I can't begin to tell you, then, how glorious it felt to begin to feel better yesterday. Hubs and I attended the bee club field day, went and brought props for the photo shoots we're doing out here next Tuesday and Thursday for "Keeping Bees", the fourth book in the "Homemade Living" series, came home, took a nap (that activity belonged to me), and then assaulted the garden, long, long overdue for some weeding and planting and general attention.
It. felt. so. good. It was such a relief to get things done. This morning, before work, I'm going to fire up the smoker and say howdy to the bees, giving both hives an additional super. I'm finding my inspiration, and my stamina, again. I can't tell you how happy I am to welcome it back!
Have a lovely Sunday everyone!