When I was in kindergarten and getting ready for school in the mornings, my mom used to say, "Jennifer, you are slow as molasses." And I thought absolutely nothing of it. You see, I always thought she was saying that I was "slow as Lassie" and the only Lassie that I knew was a pretty fast dog who had a TV show. Maybe it was a trip to Lambert's (the only home of the throwed rolls) that made me realize what slow as molasses really meant. After tossing you your rolls from across the restaurant, they come by with a spoonful of slow dripping molasses for you to put on your bread. And man that stuff is slooow!
I'm not sure if my mom was exaggerating, but I really am slow as molasses these days. By this time with Graham, I was already on "modified bed rest." I could do things that didn't stress me out, and I was able to rest a lot. As I've mentioned before, Jeff called it "glorified bed rest" because I could do all the fun things, but I didn't have to clean or cook if I didn't feel up to it. I am so thankful to not be on bed rest, but I'm getting a taste of what it's like to carry on with normal life in your third trimester. I've still be going to the gym, but before I getting any applause for keeping that up, let me just tell you what that looks like. If I'm not feeling great, I just walk on the treadmill, but if I feel up to it, I still try the elliptical. While I'm doing the elliptical the computer often reads, "PAUSE." I wonder why in the world it is saying that I have paused when I'm still going, but then I realize that I am moving so slowly that the machine thinks that I have temporarily stopped. How aggravating! They need a pregnancy mode on those things!
So yep, I'm slow as molasses these days trying to keep up with a toddler who is anything but slow. But that's okay because he'll soon have a little sister who will be running around right next to him!
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