Post # 1
Can anyone relate? The normal me used to move all my own furniture and do my own set ups at work. The normal me used to hoist heavy totes over my head and up onto the top shelf while teetering on a ladder. The normal me could go into the office supply store and hoist a heavy box of paper into my car myself.
I hate asking for help. I feel lazy. I feel terribly guilty, as though I’m an imposition on others. And so I try to do these things on my own, only to get hell about it from people who care about me. And rightfully so…I shouldn’t of been teetering on a ladder lifting heavy totes up onto the high shelf. *sigh*
I know I’m asking for help not because I’m lazy, but because I need to protect myself and my baby. How do I get that through my head, and stop feeling like a lazy, no good invalid? How do I accept that people just want to help, and I shouldn’t feel guilty about that?
Post # 3
People want to help and this is one time in your life you need to take it! Imagine how guilty you would feel if you lifted something heavy, fell, and hurt the baby (goodness forbid!). Trust me, the guilt you are feeling now is way better than the alternative. Just think of it as part of being a good mommy.
Post # 4
@Schatzie821: Thank you 🙂 I know all the reasons why I shouldn’t feel guilty, but I just can’t seem to help it! I need to get over it…
Post # 5
I’m with you! I’m almost in my 15th week and am waiting for this supposed burst of energy to come and for MS to end. I’m a teacher and have been sitting down a lot and having students come to me instead of the opposite. My husband has to cook all of our meals because I can’t stand the smells in our kitchen. Seriously… I’m ready to feel a little more useful again.
Post # 6
I’m the exact same way! Just keep telling yourself that 1) this is good practice for asking for help, which you WILL need once the baby is here, and 2) this is the last time in your life that you will get a break; after this you will be someone’s mom and you will never again get to ‘take it easy’. Enjoy it now.
Post # 7
@Songbird29: I’d enjoy it while it lasts! People LOVE to help pregnant chicks. And you get to tell them al about your sweet little baby! It’s win-win!
Post # 8
Do you get a nice feeling when you help someone? So does everyone else! You are helping them be happy! It’s what makes a community nice and everyone who participates and observes it is better for it.
Post # 9
@Mrs.H2B: Yes!! I feel kinda useless…I’ve been doing my job for 6 years now and I’m not coping well with having to ask our maintenance guy to do a lot of it for me now. The other day my boss called me and I was like…I’m in Heeeeeerrrre…She found me in my storage locker where I had climbed up a ladder and still couldn’t reach what I needed, so I climbed up onto a stack of 10 chairs to reach it instead. She freaked out on me. I am 15 weeks as of yesterday, and I’m looking forward to having an appitite again too. Ugh…
@KH: These are both great points you bring up! I will think of them every time I feel bad about asking for help 🙂
@BrandNewBride: I’m kinda in an awkward stage right now where I’m not showing to everyone yet. I know I have a baby gut…but people just think it’s chub. I think once it’s in their face baby belly maybe they will me more forthcoming with helping me! Maybe then I won’t have to ask so much, people will just offer! That would help me feel better I think…
@KitKatNYC: I definitely love helping people, and I think that’s why this is an issue for me! I’m usually the one helping!
I think I’ve got some of my own issues as well…Somewhere deep down I don’t feel as though I’m worthy of peoples time or help…This is a struggle I’ve had all my life and am apparantly still dealing with today! And horomones just made me start crying….UGH!
Post # 10
I totally hear you on this! The other night I didn’t want to be a nag, so I dragged our new (fake) Christmas tree in from the car. It was awkward and moderately heavy, but I could still handle it (or so I thought)… I was so winded from carrying it 20 feet. And the next day all of my muscles in my midsection were sore! Darling Husband made me promise that that’s the last time I do something like that.