Ouch, Frog Legs

I don't know why it didn't occur to me that slowly lowering myself into a squat to paint along the baseboards in the bathroom on Monday—and then slowly raising myself back up, repeatedly—would be like doing squats at the gym while holding a 35 lb. medicine ball, but it didn't. Since midday yesterday I have been paying for that oversight.

If only I had known that I was straining the very muscles I'd need later to lower myself onto a couch or toilet seat, to climb stairs, and—god forbid I should need to anytime soon—push the baby out, I would have painted only the top half of the bathroom walls and installed a chair rail or something.

Posted by Lori in pregnancy at 8:43 AM on November 17, 2004


Ouch, is right. I was kneeding a failed pizza dough, (new recipe) and the next day I felt like I had Popeye's forearms. Man they were sore.

Posted by: Stephen at November 17, 2004 9:49 AM

You are amazing! Most of my friends here, who were in their last weeks of pregnancy, were exhausted and very unmotivated. I don't even think they were willing to vacuum, much less paint a room!

I am giddy with anticipation for the arrival of Baby Boy Cho!!

Posted by: Josie at November 17, 2004 10:48 AM

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