Glad it's Monday

What a weekend. Mossy's post just doesn't sum up exactly how much work the damn front walk was...and I didn't even do a lot of it. But watching him made me glad Monday was coming up and he could get a break at work.

The poor guy worked his ass off while I spent a lot of time sitting in a chaise lounge in the shade watching.

Sometimes this pregnancy thing is great - other times, not so much.

I love helping with projects around the house. I have no problem with getting my hands dirty (guess I'm just a dirty girl at heart) and pitching in to do my share. It's awful being stuck on teh sidelines against your will.

There have been a couple of...complications during this pregnant and they have sidelined me for the near future. Everything seems to be okay now: Chip is very happily making my belly bigger by the day and squirming up a storm in there (which I'm *just* beginning to feel), but I'm limited in my abilities until the midwife says otherwise.

Can't lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk, can't raise my arms above my head for two long, can't exert myself or exercise, can't really houseclean (though I'm planning on some tomorrow because I can't stand the floor anymore) unless I take it really easy. The list is long.

Yeah, yeah, I know that it's for the right reasons and I follow doctor's orders. This baby is too important to take any chances, but gah!!!! It's so FRUSTRATING not to help.

Anyway, to get back on track, poor Mossy did 98% of the work this weekend and it was a long, hot and dirty job.

Though as he said (and I agreed), I'm doing something a bit more important right now.


However, I'm not sure I'm the superpower type. I hate the secrets and the fact that so much goes on where no one can see or appreciate. If I had a superhero style superpower, I think I'd be more of an Ironman admitting that he is a superhero than a Batman hiding behind a suit. I'm not exactly the surreptitious kind.

But I think you knew that.