In about 3 weeks, our family will grow to 4!
I’m definitely ready to meet this little guy, though it’s scary to think that another human being will be reliant on me for pretty much everything.
But, I’m so excited for this next phase in our lives. And I’m pretty much OVER being pregnant.
I don’t hate being pregnant, and at some times I actually really like it. I’m to the point however, where I’m just ready to be able to touch my toes and chase after my kid without getting out of breath. Or you know, walk up the stairs without huffing and puffing. I get winded from talking sometimes.
Maybe I should talk a little slower? 🙂
Anyway, I don’t want to sit and complain about being pregnant. There are good things and bad things about it. The good things definitely outweigh the bad. Like people are really freakin’ nice to me lately. They hold doors for me and pick stuff up when I drop it and tell me I look beautiful. Being super pregnant has actually restored my faith in humanity.
I also give no f**ks about what I eat right now—and it’s pretty fun. I’m a frequent visitor to Dairy Queen and I have now had Chili Mac Supreme from Steak ‘n’ Shake twice this week. Because I can. And I love it.
The only thing that’s a little upsetting is that my running is non-existent right now. I ran the very day I went into labor with Max, but as of 36 weeks this time around I am no longer running. I just have too much pelvic pain and it’s not worth it. I had so many runs the last 5-6 weeks before I stopped where I would ask myself “Why am I doing this?” It wasn’t fun anymore.
Why keep torturing myself?
So, I’m on my bike trainer everyday. I’m also walking and swimming. I feel good. As long as I get those exercise endorphins somehow, I remain sane.
I’ll admit that I’m a little scared about what the return to running will be like. I pushed myself to keep up the running until the end of my pregnancy with Max because I wanted to bounce back quickly. I worked back up to my usual running pretty fast after his birth, but does it really matter? No. Not at all. If it takes me two years to get back to any kind of speedwork after this baby, it’s fine. I know that, and I will keep telling myself that.
One day, I will run races again. One day, I might even run a marathon again. And one day, I might even BQ. We’ll see.
Today is not any of those days. So I will eat my DQ blizzard and ride my bike and enjoy this day for what it is.