If infertility hasn’t already taught me this, I’m sure learning it with this pregnancy.
I’m definitely feeling pregnant. I’m feeling the limitations of my body. No matter how I stubbornly insist on doing things for myself, there are things I just can’t do. And I’m forced to ask for help.
My husband left for a week long flight around the world. Usually I enjoy my alone time and I take pride in my independent pilot wife lifestyle. Yeah, he’s gone but I’m not stopping my life.
This time is different. I told my husband I have a legitament fear of getting stuck in the bathtub (sciatic back pain is no joke!). We’re also projected to get a massive amount of snow later this week. Instead of busting out the snowblower, I’m stuck inside so I don’t fall on my big belly. I had to hire the neighbor boys to shovel my driveway this week.
I don’t like this feeling. I hate asking for help. I don’t like having limitations. I’m the type of person who does things just because someone else says I can’t.
But I have a feeling this is just the beginning. Being married to a charter pilot also means solo parenting for weeks on end. And I think that also means I’ll continue to admit that I can’t do it all on my own.