Ways to make my life better
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
I liked Cannie's blog about a hundred small ways to make her life better. Here are my ways to make myself feel better emotionally, mentally and physically.
1) Be in the bed by 8:00 every night.
I know this sounds extreme, but lately I cannot get enough sleep. I like getting into bed early with my husband, having him rub my belly and feel Tabitha move, and talk about life and how things are about to change. It's a great end to my evening.
2) Wear sneakers to work.
I usually wear dressier shoes, but I'm over it. I have less leg/back pain when I wear my sneakers, so I'm going to wear them every day with my dress clothes. I DARE someone to say something, lol... I'm sure everyone will understand. This seems like a small one, but I think it will make a big difference.
3) Eat smaller portions, and limit my carbs and sweets even more than I have been doing.
Stupid gestational diabetes. I don't wanna give birth to a 10-pounder. I've got to do better than I'm doing. Especially with the carbs. I'm a bread junkie.
4) Treat my husband with respect and do nice things for him when I can.
The poor man is doing LOTS of nice things for me, but I have been treating him kind of badly. I'm so cranky that it's hard to remember that he's working hard to help us get ready for the baby, and even though he's not pregnant, he's probably a little anxious and needs some love, too.
5) Drink lots of water.
Obviously. Don't wanna swell up.
6) Read. A lot. With my feet up.
7) Spend less time on Facebook.
My life may not be glamorous, I may not have a two-story house with a picket fence (I wish), but I am very happy. I've got to stop comparing my life with the lives of others. Money is tight, things are hectic, but you know what -- life is good!
8) Stop worrying so much about whether or not I'm prepared enough for the baby.
The baby will come whether I'm prepared or not, whether or not my bag is packed, whether or not my apartment is spotless, whether or not I've taken all the right classes, whether or not I have X amount of baby socks...lol... Really. I'm insane. I've got to get over it. She'll get here and I'll be in love and everything will work out.