Too much

So according to my doctor, I'm working too hard. But there's too much to do before this baby arrives! What in the world am I supposed to give up for who knows how long?

Maybe I'll love sitting around the house with a little one.
Maybe it will be the most perfect thing in the whole world.
Maybe I'll enjoy cooking and cleaning and taking walks in the park.
Maybe being a mother will be the most fulfilling thing I have ever done.
Maybe he'll steal my heart and I'll just want more and to never go back into the real world.
I guess I won't know until May.

It just seems so daunting at the moment. I'd much rather be running in every direction working tons of hours, learning all sorts of new things at school, and staying up late with my husband.

But I'd better listen to what my doctor has to say. She has gone to school a lot longer than I have (but not my much, I've put in a little over six years). And she does have a lot more experience with pregnant women and babies (I have very little to go on in this department). I guess it's time to start slowing down even more. Oh well. I guess I'll survive.