...when doing ONE load of laundry did not cause me to be short of breath, dizzy, and thoroughly exhausted.
When eating dinner was not a chore that likewise exhausted me.
When I could interact with my kids without becoming so frustrated that I put MYSELF on time-out to avoid screaming.
When showering was part of my, if not daily, at least weekly routine, and not something I vaguely remember I used to do more than a few times a month, and baths, while nice, were not a near-nightly necessity for back pain.
Ah, the days gone by... As they say, "Welcome to the third trimester." :|