Make It Easy on Yourself

7 weeks left. I am tired. My legs ache and by 3pm at work I am pooped. Until this week, at precisely 3pm, I would begin beating myself up for not being tough enough-- I mean look at all those career women who work until they go into labor at their desks, commute into Manhattan and somehow manage also to still blow dry their hair!

Well kiddos. Today I am at my desk in cotton cut-off pants, sneakers and a Clifford the Big Red Dog t-shirt. I've given up trying to be fabulous in exchange for being what I need to be: Easy on myself. I realized if I don't chill now, when will I ever? It's not like it's going to be easier with the baby!

So my advice to anyone who might read this at any point... if you are pregnant, especially over 30 weeks-- relax. Put your feet up. Let your husband make dinner, and leave work at 4. You are growing a human bean after all.