Drove myself to the gym today, where I walked on the treadmill at 1 mile per hour - the slowest speed - for 10 minutes.
While I still look like a pregnant woman, or one that has just given birth, it makes me feel better to do something, even if it is trudging along holding my stomach tight with one hand.
I also visited the farm since the weather is gorgeous. There, I made the mistake of going into a dusty room. I had to flee quickly down some stairs and to my waiting water glass, but was still really near a cough attack. I barely made it home, where I am now resting and not planning on anything else more exciting than to finish my book, grabbing some dinner from the fridge and watching several episodes of "CSI."