It feels good.
I've been buying into the lie that things are easier if I just relax. Put my feet up. Do nothing.
I'm not sure why I fall into that mindset so easily. There are just so many good excuses I can use. They all revolve around my current condition. But I don't want to use this pregnancy as an excuse. My family still needs to eat. And wear clothes. I know they appreciate a tidy house just as much as I do.
So I'm trying. I'm baking cookies when I feel like sitting at the computer all afternoon. I'm trying to prepare dinner in the morning while I still have energy. I'm trying to get creative with lunch time so we don't need to run to McDonald's every other day.
(By the way, I watched Food Inc. last night and don't think we'll be eating out ANYWHERE from now on. Pukers.)
I'm trying to tidy up when I want to be laying down. I'm trying to stay on top of the laundry.
I'm trying not to let laziness win. I rest when I need to. But I have found that I don't need to rest all the live long day. And a rest feels better when it's been earned.