Lest you be fooled by the seamlessness of my recent bulb planting, I feel a responsibility to reveal how I (need to) spend the rest of the day - after this type of activity.
Watching a Netflix DVD (or two or three).
Napping.
Sitting on the couch - eating chocolate and crying at the same time.
Napping.
Knitting - with my feet up and a dog (or two or three) snuggled against me.
And/or . . . napping.
So you see, I am *not* one of those women who is barreling through her pregnancy - blissfully unaware of her condition. I love my garden, but I am extremely aware of my limitations. Low-impact gardening is the way of my world these days.
BTW - I was also pretty good at embracing this weekend afternoon routine on an as-needed-basis before the belly. Except the chocolate/crying bit. That one sneaks up on me.
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Speaking of crying and chocolate: when I was pregnant they released the 20th anniversary edition of ET in theaters. Never, ever let a pregnant woman see ET!
Oh, Lordy. I would have been done for.
These days, I have had to limit most of my movies to the "Romantic Comedy" section of our local rental place. No heavy drama. No apocalyptic scenarios. Just fluff, fluff and more fluff!
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