Haha, yeah...I get it....let me set the scene for you:
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Me: Getting ready for the party. Moving the downstairs furniture upstairs into the loft area....and the loft area furniture downstairs to the living room area. Furniture that needs to be moved to accomplish this: full sized couch, two wing back chairs, two coffee tables, two Asian day chairs and an Asian day bed (plus some shelving, odds and ends, boxes of books, etc).
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DH: Coming in the door from work to find...
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Me: 13 weeks pregnant. Bent over on the stairs, with the last of the wing back chairs on my back and head, with my hands behind me, gripping the chair to my back as I move it upstairs.
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DH: "Are you out of your goddamned mind....where is all the furniture....where is the COUCH...why is all this downstairs....WHO CAME HERE?? DID YOU DO THIS BY YOURSELF! WHY DIDN'T YOU WAIT FOR ME TO GET HOME!!!"
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ME: :glazed, wild eyes: :panting with raspy breaths: "Cause I'm tryin' to get shit done around here, that's why"
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He's pretty used to it by now....I just completely lose my mind when I make up my mind about something, set a goal in front of myself or have something I need to get done. I become this unrelenting, unstoppable force of "get it done right now" and I completely lose the ability to understand when I'm pushing the limits of what I should ask my body to do.
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Even not pregnant, it was stupid for me to be doing the things I did to get ready for this party. This has been on ongoing problem. The thing is....my mind getting stuck on an idea, pushing forward to make my plan happen, does something to my body...and I get this super strength about me. I mean, our couch...is a full sized, Ethan Allen couch from back in the day. It's that old, heavy heavy style of furniture. I can't say how I got it upstairs. I mean, I'm a tall person at almost six feet...but I'm thin and I've been suffering from Chronic Lyme Disease for a while now, which makes me weaker than I used to be a lot of the time. I don't know how I had the physical strength to move it up a set of stairs the way I did...and it was tricky, but I did it. I just got under it and made it happen. My mind gets fixated and my body responds with the (adrenaline?) whatever I need to make it happen.
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So, I totally get where you're coming from. I am a planner. I like everything to go off without a hitch. I work best alone, I'm a control freak and I don't like to impose upon people....or wait for my husband to get home! I charge through stuff that I should really not attempt on my own. I mean, what if I had been seriously hurt, alone in the house with a 2 and 3 year old, in the middle of the woods...and started hemorrhaging right there. It was just stupid....and, sadly, completely typical.
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My body isn't the same this time. I feel older in my bones, not from time or age, but from what I've asked my body to do in the last three years. Pregnancy, breastfeeding, pregnancy (delivered DS 16 months after DD) and then breastfeeding a hyper demanding kid up until a few weeks ago...and now pregnant again. That takes it's toll. You're in the same boat...this is your fourth, it's not like the first. We could really, really actually hurt ourselves this time. We gotta slow down and take this one easy!!