My husband asked the other day if I wanted to take on any new hobbies

I hope I didn’t sound snobby

As I looked up and said, “Nah, I’ve got enough”

I rattled off the list: walking, running, lifting

Said I’d like to read more

And then before I left the room I raised my fist 

Said, “Oh, yeah, we’re having a baby too in just a few months”

“Maybe once she’s here we’ll stop all the trivial hunts”

I find these days that my new favorite thing is sitting

That’s right, having my rear end plopped in a chair

It’s a hobby that can take me anywhere: a good book, a Dateline episode, a bike ride, the beach

It’s all the better if I put up my feet

Interestingly, my husband agrees

Because this week we’re on staycation 

It’s taken us till 2:00 just to get out of the house 

Just sayin’

We did do some important stuff this morning 

But finally sitting down seems to ease the pounds 

Of the pavement and the weights we’ve carried

I just want to say it: it’s nice to sit 

I’m giving in 

To the dishes and laundry piling high

To my eternal “to do list”

It’s a pretty Saturday afternoon and I feel like I just might 

Rest my rear and feet, my mind and hands 

Accept the fact that I can’t – do everything 

I feel my daughter move 

And she reminds me she’ll be here soon

My dog sleeps carefree in the grass, fully sunned

Sitting means I leave things undone  

Sitting, doing nothing, is the best I’ve felt 

I muster the strength to get up 

Just to plop again

This time next to him – my Golden retriever, on the lawn in the sun

My husband was the whole time on the other side of him 

He tells me, “You’re not snobby”

We all melt

Enjoying our new hobby