Breakfast in bed, flowers by my bedside, movies with my hubby at night. Sounds great, right? I’m trying to think of it that way. I’m trying to think of the downside, actually.
Being a Mary and not a Martha takes a little getting used to, but you find that life moves on, people pick up the slack. Others pick up where you leave off and even toddlers understand that mama has to stay in bed.
I go back to the midwife today to see about being a Martha again, but don’t worry, I’ll keep the Mary spirit alive!