Some days just aren't good

Yesterday wasn't exactly a great day. 

There wasn't anything traumatic that happened. No one lost their job or died or got sick or yelled at me. I was just pregnant and feeling the weight of it all (pun intended) and things caught up with me. Not my favorite of days. In trying to be as real with myself as possible through this blog, I suppose I should allow myself the grace to write about the good things and the bad, right? I don't want to sound whiney or ungrateful or make it like my issues are worse than any other pregnant woman's. But it is what it is and sometimes, what it is, is stinky!

The night before was rough, but most nights are rough so nothing new there. I woke up feeling groggy, a little wheezy, uber-congested and frankly, just not in the mood to face the day. Zachari was fine, Blinn was already gone at work and so The Girl and I just putsed around til around 11 a.m. At that time, we loaded up our things and headed out to Aldi. I'm in one of those funks again where creating a healthy menu, shopping for that menu and then preparing those meals just does not sound fun. Yesterday we neeeeeeded groceries though so I decided to suck it up. We got about half way down 4th street and I decided it wasn't happenin'. I felt weak and light-headed and my breathing, though I'd used two inhalers, was not ideal. Zachari cried because she loves walking around Aldi and helping me bag up the stuff, but after I told her I wasn't feeling well, she calmed down and gave me some quiet. I told her that when we got home I was going to lay down for a while as she played. To that she replied "Okay, Mama. I'm a little bit sleepy now so I want to lay down and cuddle with you." It sounded perfect, but I wasn't holding my breath since often she's said things like that and has been anything but calm and cuddly. 

Much to my surprise, once we got home and I was in bed, she did snuggle up with me and there we stayed for the better part of an hour. She brought in Baby Emily and a couple toys, but then turned to Blinn's Backpacker Magazine for entertainment. Page by page my sweet girl looked at the pictures and "read" the whole thing to me and that time in bed ended up being the best of my day. 

I counted down the minutes til Z's quiet time and was so excited to get to nap myself. My body was stiff and creaky, my head was pounding with pressure, I just wanted to check out for a while. Thankfully, I was able to do so for nearly two hours. Thank you for being a good sleeper, Zachari Jane! Now here I am and Z is napping and I'm not. I'm energized, my breathing has been better, my sinuses are a teensy bit better than yesterday and the sun is shining. I'm thankful for the good days and the bad to serve as reminders that even I am human and must rely on the love, assistance and grace of others, but especially a Father who loves me.