The stupidest thing I have done so far...

...was decide to walk over to DU and back to pick up a paper. Today. In 90 degree heat. With the dog. While 7 months pregnant.
I had no idea that such a mundane task -- a 20 minute walk -- would devour my body of all energy reserves, to the point where I felt woozy for the last 5 minutes of the walk. We didn't walk far. We didn't walk fast. There was a pleasantly strong breeze for the duration. The terrain was flat. I was wearing a hat. And yet by the time I got back to our block I was practically euphoric with fatigue.
I happened to catch Steve just as he was about to leave for the grocery store. And for only the second time in seven months of pregnancy I asked him to go out and buy me something -- a slurpee. A nice red non-caffeinated slurpee from the 7-11 100 feet from our house, full of ice and coldness and more ice.
He got back with it 5 minutes ago, and it is already 7/8ths gone, and tastes like manna from heaven.
Wow. Lesson learned.

In which I say I deserve a medal...

...because I do. If you know anything about me, then you know that this is a world-record feat deserving of parades and medals:
I have not bought a single box of girl scout cookies
AND
I have not bought a single piece of Easter candy (which has been out since JANUARY).
I usually eat so much of either this time of year that I 1) pass out from sugar shock and/or 2) develop numerous nasty canker sores. We're talking sugar binge extravaganza from February to April.
This year? Not. One. Piece.

That's how much this baby's health (and by extension my own) means to me.