I learned my lesson

Swallowing my pride, admitting defeat, and flat on my back!

Okay so my super woman days are over, or at least at bay for a while. I have come to terms with the fact that I might have a SMALL tendency to overdo, overexert, pull late nighters, work like a dog... you get it. Zach and I both seem to have this problem and maybe that is one of the things we love about each other. We laugh it off when we often hear the comment "when do y'all sleep?".

Well this weekend was no exception. This was one of our last totally free weekends for a few months and I'm still energy packed and not too huge to move, so we decided to tackle the nursery in full force. Friday night, Saturday night, and all Sunday we were machines. Dismantling furniture, repainting furniture, painting the walls, taping the walls, striping the walls, cleaning, fixing things, organizing things, and most importantly TRASHING things (my

favorite thing to do lately!) I am only going to give you a sneak peak because we want the before and afters to be a surprise...so give us a few weeks. We still have a few things to draw, sew, purchase, and receive in the mail.

A shirt I made Z 8 years ago in college for the "Thank God I'm not" swap, how funny how things change

Zach putting on the first of many coats

Measuring every 18.1" to create horizontal stripes on our 11 foot walls

Taping the stripes (Frog tape is AMAZING!)

Stripes are taped, now time for paint...what colors will they be???

So this leads me to my point, people....listen to your body. When it starts to cry out for rest, listen to it. I was so consumed with seeing the finish line by Sunday night that I was too stubborn to just rest. Oops, did I forget to mention I also did a 5K Saturday morning..yeah that might have contributed to my body crying for rest. Needless to say that is what I am doing today. My body decided this morning that it would not let me move without constant reminders (aka shooting pains in my back and legs) that it hates me. What really scared us last night was the combination of back pains and a really bad stomach ache. I was so worried about our little man and I was regretting pushing myself to my limit, or over it. I learned a very important lesson, it's not just about me anymore. There is a little life depending on me to protect him. So as I lay here home sick from work, laying on my back, legs elevated, heating pad kicking.....I am forced to "think about what you did missy". Zach said I am now grounded from all manual labor... he said from now on all I can do is direct. I just hope manual labor doesn't include artwork...I have a pretty nifty art piece planned for the nursery.

Oh but we finished painting the nursery and may I just say, it's AMAZING!!! I hope our little man loves it...and I hope he never asks to repaint it black when he "goes through I phase"...I will cry!