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Post Labor Day
The Day After Labor Day
I’ve been really good now that I’ve started my full time job for a month. I get up at 6:30 in the morning and I take a walk to the beach. I’ve realized that the trick to getting myself going, is not letting myself turn on my computer to check comments and email until after I’ve walked. I always think, “oh, I’ll just turn it on while I’m getting dressed…” and next thing I know I’m hunkered down, half naked, typing out emails and checking blogs for the latest posts. It’s a sickness, this blogging. I’ve got to keep it under control!
Having a real office job helps me stay focused on a schedule. I’ve got everything all timed perfectly with no room for goofing off. Thankfully part of that schedule is a walk on the beach in the morning before work. It’s really important. It make the whole rest of my day better.
The beach is beautiful. Every day it is a different color. I stayed away during Labor day because it was a madhouse down there. On holidays, the beach ceases to be my beach and it belongs to everybody else and their kitchen sink. There is hardly any space to spread a towel and everyone brings tents and giant coolers and radios. It feels like the city down there. I do love to people watch but I just wasn’t in the mood for people yesterday.
It was nice to go there this morning and see the aftermath. It’s amazing how well they clean the beach. There was still quite a bit of litter in the parking lot but the sand was nearly clean. There are giant sand cleaning tractors that sift the sand from one end to the other. The men who drive these tractors always wave at me and wait for me when I cross in front of them. I feel like we are part of a secret club. The people who go to the beach when nobody else does.
Sometimes I wonder how dirty the sand must be. It’s like a kidney cleaning out the impurities of those who spend the day in it. It’s the same old sand day in and day out, where do all the germs go? I suppose you can’t get a much better natural washing machine than the pounding surf.
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So Tired!
Phew! When I get tired, I really get tired. All I did today was grocery shopping, some housework and a few errands with Toby. Then when it got cool in the evening, I took an hour walk up a steep hill in flip flops. Now my feet hurt like I spent all day walking around Disneyland or something. When I got home I cooked up some chili and it was all I could do to stay upright by leaning on the counter as I stirred the big bubbling pot.
I don’t think it’s the baby that’s making me so tired but I do think it’s the added weight I’m carrying around. Now I know what my mom was complaining about when we walked all over Paris for two weeks. It’s amazing how much ten extra pounds can tax your frame. When I sleep, my hips constantly ache. I don’t want to whine and complain because in spite of these physical changes, this has been the most fun stage of pregnancy so far. I love being pregnant. I’m happy almost all the time. I’m so excited about having a daughter and I love my round round belly.
I’m just feel really really really tired tonight. I hope I sleep so well I don’t notice my hips hurting. I keep reading about those body pillows but I don’t see how I’m going to fit that in our full size bed. Toby and I can barely fit as it is. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I get even bigger. Maybe I’ll have to set up camp on the floor.
Right now the floor looks pretty good.
