Trying to Come Back
When I first found out I was pregnant with this newest addition to our clan I still felt fine. I vowed that I would keep running, I wouldn't slow down with my workout routines and I would do a 5k every few months to keep me motivated.
I might be walking those 5k's now.
Once I'm "with child" as H loves to call it, I become incredibly sick. Unless I'm asleep, I'm sick. I throw up a lot and I spontaneously gag whenever, wherever. It's really sexy. The idea that I would be "Super Prego!" with this third pregnancy suddenly became laughable. I get so sick that water gives me heartburn. I'm on medication just so I can act like a somewhat competent parent, take care of the kids, make their food and keep some of my own food down. Bagels are my balm. I could eat an entire block of cream cheese and bag of bagels in one day. I'm eating one right now.
Today I made it to the gym. I took my little white pill, packed my bag and made sure I turned left towards the gym as I exited TD's school parking lot. It was pouring down rain and I wanted nothing more than to lay waste to my DVR queue but I didn't. I ran for 25 minutes and while I'm slower than I used to be it felt incredibly good. The sun was peering from out between the clouds as I left the gym and today I feel just a tiny bit optimistic that in a few weeks I will feel like myself again. Myself with an alien taking up residence inside my body, but myself all the same.
Hooray for feeling more like yourself...and how awesome are you that you're hitting the gym even though you're sick? Stellar!
ReplyDeleteThe barfy thing is kind of yucky, though. ;)
I can't run for 25 minutes. And I'm not pregnant, and I work out EVERY SINGLE DAY. Bite me.
ReplyDeleteCongratuations.
ReplyDeleteI am impressed you can run at all.