Exercise for today: 2 mile walk
I haven't updated in a while because, in my mind, this is more a blog about fitness than babies, and life has been short on fitness and long on babies lately. Exercise for the past three weeks has been just walking - 2.5 miles at 3.5 mph for most of it, but today I slowed it down to 2 miles at 3 mph. It's like I'm 8 months pregnant or something.
Yesterday was my birthday, and I celebrated by going out to brunch and then going to Target to pick out a lot of baby essentials that I still need - nothing too exciting, mostly just a bunch of newborn clothes so I don't have to do laundry for at least a day. I then spent a few hours hanging on the couch with two of my best friends:
There is nothing warmer or more likely to induce a nap than being curled up under a blanket with a dog and a cat and a baby bump on top of you.
Anyway, I'm definitely feeling really pregnant now. I've finally gotten the pregnant lady waddle. It's uncomfortable to sleep and I toss and turn. Or, I toss and attempt to turn and it usually takes 30 seconds to roll from one side to the other. I'm super tired all the time, and by the end of the day it feels like I'm carrying around an extra 100 pounds, rather than the extra 35 I'm actually carrying. Long story short, I've finally reached the point where I say, "Yep, I'm ready for this baby to come out now".
Which is good, since there are only a few weeks left. While physically I'm ready, emotionally and mentally I feel very unprepared. But I think I've decided that I can't really be any more prepared and I just need to roll with it. I've also read a fair amount of advice for the first month and the only piece that resonates with me is someone who said, "You're going to be tired. You can decide whether to be tired and angry, or just tired. Choose just tired." I'm going to try my hardest to remember that. I don't do well on low levels of sleep, but I also don't want to spend the first month of the baby's life snapping at James, snapping at Zoe, snapping at everyone, so I'm going to attempt to stay positive.
On the note of staying positive: things could definitely be worse right now. I'm 99% prepared for Lil W to arrive, at least in regards to items needed for her. Despite feeling pregnant, I'm not horribly uncomfortable most of the time. My back doesn't hurt, I'm not on bed rest, and while I'm tired I'm not completely exhausted. All in all, it could definitely be worse. And in just a few weeks I'll have my body back to myself and it will be wonderful!
Although I do have this one little fear. Since about 5 a.m. this morning, Lil W was bouncing around and kicking and bulging and otherwise constantly in motion. She only quieted down after my lunchtime walk. This has me worried that something about the motion of running / walking soothes her, which on the one hand is awesome, but on the other hand I have visions of her screaming at 2 a.m. and me strapping her to me with a Moby wrap and walking on the treadmill till she sleeps. At least I'll keep my step count up?
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