Yesterday morning I mowed & edged the back lawn to perfection. It is a beautiful sight.
Then I felt like I was going to pass out.
Literally, sitting on the garage floor with my head between my knees, seeing stars & starting to sweat as the garage repair man looked on.
After a moment, I tried to regain what little dignity an un-showered, grass mowing, 7 month pregnant woman could and picked myself up, assuring him "I'll be fine," as I scooted my 2-year-old in doors. Did I mention that two-year-old was pant-less? Ahh, yes, after 2 potty accidents, I skipped the pants & let him be in a shirt...with his shoes & socks. sweet.
Upon entering the privacy of inside I called Scot & starting stripping down to the bare minimum so that I could lay on the cool tile...unfortunately, this was not comfortable in the least, but it did cool me off.
Then Scot yelled at me for mowing the lawn. Mind you I just wanted him on the phone in the event I did pass out...as least someone would know.
In between his scoldings of me needing to "take care of myself," he stopped to take another call. It was the garage repair man calling him to tell him of my state. Seriously? That was nice.
After a few more scoldings...you see mowing the back lawn involves moving the trampoline {which I must say I was quite impressed with myself}...I hung up...assuring him I'd be fine. Then I dry heaved over the garbage can.
Then my mom called. Asked what was up & I told her I'd been mowing all morning. Her response, "oh great, that is so fun." Then I told her Scot was upset with me for mowing...she said, "oh please, you're pregnant, not dying, you can mow a lawn." I agreed & didn't inform her of the trampoline moving part.
After that I was headed to the shower, when the door bell rang. I'm not expecting anyone. Answer it. It is the landscape warranty people. Great...let's do this...oh & while you're fixing the leak out back would you mind putting that lawn mower away for me? I'm still seeing stars. Repairmen can be so kind I tell ya.
30 minutes & some sprinkler talk later, I finally head to the shower...still a tad woozy.
1 hour later finds me at the park with my sister...8 weeks further along in her pregnancy than me & swollen to the point of...well I don't know, but really swollen. If it weren't so bad, it'd be funny...no wait, it is bad & still it's funny. I relate my story...she laughs & says, she was mowing the lawn this weekend as well.
The apples don't fall far from the tree.
Oh...and I'm really sore today from moving that doggone trampoline. But seriously? The lawn looks freakin' awesome. and I have myself to thank. {insert sigh of satisfaction here.}
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Okay, seriously. . . . you don't have to prove anything while being preg-o. This is your time to use the excuse for whatever you want! Even if you are capable, why mow the lawn? Let the hubby sweat over that one and then when he's done have hime come in and massage your feet. :)
This is going to make it worse...but I actually enjoy mowing the lawn. I'm turning into my mother. I especially love mowing winter lawn. And even more...I love the perfection of a straight edging & the mow lines in the grass. I've even been known to criss-cross them {which is a double mow}. I get a feeling of satisfaction every time I look out my window.
Am sounding psychotic aren't I?
Mind you, my bathrooms need a good clean & are being neglected!
I had to laugh when I read this because I did the same thing when I was pregnant with Ezra (except no moving the trampoline, yikes!). It was hot and I was woozy but I did have to stand back and admire my good work, sometimes if you want something done right you just have to do it your self...right now! But maybe you should take it easy while you have the excuse...
I'm with Julie. Why? Pick something else to do...anything! Crazy boyer girls!!
Ok... you are following in your mama's footsteps. sounds like something MOST of the Schaar girls would do. Mind you we must pass this credit where credit is do....that would be to your grandpa Schaar who endlessly spent hours teaching his daughters to mow and edge weed and water and then turned the job over to us. No wonder our yards have to have evenly mowed lines....sometimes I go as far as to criss cross them oh my gosh we are lame!! Ok I just read your comment here after I wrote this how funny I wrote the same ha ah its in the genes
Oh Amy...you tell a good story! But seriously, there is nothing better than good hard yard work to calm the soul! The best part is the satisfaction of a perfect yard! You know me! Like mother like daughter....You go girl!
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