Exercise plans for today: 3 mile run
I've chosen to illustrate the difficult concepts discussed in this post with animal GIFs, in the hope that it might help get the point across.
Pregnancy is not a disease. I am not an invalid. I'm growing a child, which women have done for millenia, and most of these women had no choice but to continue working / growing food / raising other kids / generally being bad-ass for the 9 months of their pregnancy. If I won the lottery tomorrow, I would keep being active and not just lounge around all day, because that would be boring. I would not be this cat:
|Though I totes want this cat.|
|Also called "glacier pace"|
|Slow moving mommas are still moving mommas|
|I promise, this request for help won't be subtle|
I don't want my coworkers to spend the next five months getting annoyed that they "have to help" and take on more before it's necessary. We will all be happier if you just let me do my job and don't try to coddle me like a baby. I love babies, clearly, but I do not want to be one.
This is also frustrating because it irks my inner feminist - it's only men who try to interfere in my work and think that they have to protect me and my fetus from the dangers of lifting a 10 pound box. Combine this with pregnancy hormones and it makes me stabby:
|You wouldn't like me when I'm stabby.|
|Okay, maybe not everything this dog can do|
So stop making assumptions and just back off a little bit. I got this:
|This GIF also shows how I feel when James tries to share food with me lately.|