Well here we are a month and a half later. I haven’t felt too inspired to write during this time. I’ve been feeling down far more often than I should and have been letting things get to me. Some days (like today) I haven’t even wanted to get out of bed. Why? Just to endure another day stuck in the house doing the same things as the past however many days? It’s hard. Pregnancy hormones are certainly not helping either 😂. But sitting here feeling sorry for myself isn’t going to help anyone.
I’ve been off work for 66 days – but who is counting? Okay in all honestly I am not… I just counted the days in the calendar. That is over two months of a completely unrecognizable life and learning to live in such a different way. I haven’t stepped foot inside any establishment other than my OB office since my last day at work. I’ve left the house to walk the dogs, or ride in the car with Mike to pick up groceries. This is wild.
I miss my family, I miss my friends, I miss my coworkers, and I miss everything that once felt normal. Picking out my own groceries, wandering around Target buying way more things than I needed, a trip to the craft store for some fun supplies, or a visit to Home Goods for who knows what. Those days seem so far behind us, and still so far away.
Though places have started to reopen, I’ve had no desire to brave the crowds just yet. It’s officially been two weeks since the first few places started opening. We may give Home Depot/Lowes a try this weekend. I’ve been DYING to paint the nursery for at least one fun little project while I am stuck home! Because after it’s painted, I can start ordering the furniture!! 😍
I am hoping that this will be my last Debbie Downer post. It’s time to start writing about my fun pregnancy milestones, and finding the positive among this very uncertain time.
Here’s to hoping you all are staying well.
Laugh Often – Rachel
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