Jelly Belly
Let me just make this clear right now – if I weren’t 9 1/2 weeks prego you would NEVER see a picture of my slight belly bulge on a blog. But thanks to a power much bigger than me, this baby actually makes me proud and super curious of my new-found roundness. Curious in the sense that I’m DEFINITELY not used to having to fight the desire for something fried (curveball!), my energy is as steady as a tornado (which explains me walking around the house aimlessly at 8 o’clock every night waiting for it be a respectable hour so I can go to bed), and I can’t eat more than a fistful of food at one sitting no matter how hungry I am. I actually pictured myself putting some lady in a headlock at Walmart yesterday (she was, to my defense, really annoying – my fault for traveling to Walmart), I lose my once-coveted balance all the time now, and I’m so forgetful I have to write down reminders to grab my car keys in the morning. And the games have just begun!
I do take great comfort in knowing this is all part of the baby-making process. One of my clients and a good friend told me this week that “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” compares the work of the uterus in the first trimester to that of a rock climber. So I’m rock climbing every day, dammit. Take THAT, judgmental voice in my head! What really keeps me going is knowing that in a few weeks this will all be behind me and I’ll get some of that energy back so my workouts can improve. So far I’ve had to trade my own sprint intervals for ‘wogging’ workouts on the treadmill and my strength sessions for Pilates and weight lifting moves that don’t require a lot of coordination or extreme exertion (thank you, increased blood supply, for making me a weeny). Which is why I’m really here right now, telling you my story. I’m hoping that Baby Makers everywhere may find some comfort in reading about my journey with baby and fitness, and know that staying healthy throughout mama hood IS possible. I haven’t proven that yet, but this I do solemnly swear I will! So feel free to leave comments, feedback, advice, complaints, or just vent whenever you too want to put some lady in a headlock (unless that lady is me). I’ll help you get through it even if my only advice is to find a punching bag (couches work well). I’ll also post pictures of my ever-expanding tummy for those of you (and you know who you are) who are elated that you’re finally going to see me “fat.” So much love I’m feeling!
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to do my job and kick some non-pregnant woman’s butt into shape while I can still keep my eyes open…
