Halfway Pregnant

So I’ve stumbled onto a concept that’s working well for me as I go through my next fertility cycle:

My husband (a few days ago): “Can you help me lift this super-heavy water heater?”

Me: “I’m not supposed to lift heavy things. I’m halfway pregnant.”

It’s weird, being in the middle of a cycle. I’m obviously not pregnant. But the list of things I can’t do is long and essentially like I’m pregnant. No caffeine (oh, I miss tea in the mornings). No alcohol (ditto a glass of wine at night). No lifting heavy things. No baths. No hard hikes (must keep my heart rate below 140). No yoga (not allowed to sweat). No snowboarding (this one’s killing me, but at least the snow’s not epic this year). No trying to lose weight. Etc.

Essentially, I’ve got to act like I’m pregnant, even though I’m not. Again with the limbo.

Somehow, thinking of myself as halfway pregnant makes it all a little easier.

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