Friday and Saturday: Swim and Run

So, I figured out this week that the third trimester of my confinement is rolling in by way of debilitating tiredness.  Yesterday, by 5:00 PM, I was almost catatonic.  It took all my physical strength to transport Ivan home from a pool swim and stagger into the house, turn on Sesame Street and lay on the couch.  It was ridiculous.  I was in bed at 8:00 PM, because I am CLEARLY 102 years old.  To make matters worse, I slept fitfully, as my bladder propelled my from bed at regular intervals.  Can I wear Depends? Would that help?  Do I have too much pride?

Anyway, as I ask the question "do I have too much pride?", I know that I do not and here is why.  On Friday morning as I was swimming laps at a good clip, I noticed one of the lifeguards racing down the length of the pool.  Now, I of course assumed that someone was drowning or worse, maybe worse, but then he stopped at the end of the lane and yelled at me, and I knew the worst had happened.  Things were so bad in the gym nursery that the nursery workers could not even leave.  They had to send Carl the lifeguard, and I had to drag all 6.5 months of myself down to the nursery in a bikini and survey the damage.  I will just say that it was rugged, and I have to hand it to the nursery workers for being totally kind and patient and not making my child ashamed in any way of his excretory functions.  Ivan looked totally fine (even pleased?) with the situation.

The nursery floor was wrecked with three different accidents, and Ivan had gone through all of his underwear, all of his changes of clothes and all of his diapers, but for the one that I luckily had left to put on him.  In my sad bikini, dripping wet, Ivan and I went into the bathroom and began the task of giving him a sink bath, scrubbing down the floor with wet wipes, scrubbing the toilet with wet wipes, washing Ivan's shoes, and packing the mountain of soiled clothing into a plastic bag to transport home.  It was hard times.

After that, I had to take Ivan straight home.  I did not get to shower and I just drove us home in my bathing suit, looking longingly at liquor stores as we drove.  At home, I resigned myself to just making it through the rest of the day.  I survived.  By the time I took Ivan swimming and made it home on Friday evening, I was just a shell of myself.

This morning, I just did not get up when my alarm went off, and I slept a little later and devoted myself to getting all my paper work finished and listing some things on Ebay.  I ran in the afternoon, but it was slow and I actually walked the last mile.  I cooked in the evening and made Glowing Green Smoothies for the week.  Ultimately, however, I need something stronger than a Glowing Green Smoothie to cleanse Friday from my system.