Pregnancy is a strange beast. In one moment I'm awestruck by the magnitude of what my body is doing. How indescribable it is to have a tiny person rolling (punching, kicking) around and growing inside me. On the other hand, my body doesn't feel like my own (it gets bigger every day), I miss hot yoga and sushi and those workouts that leave you drenched in sweat with your muscles shaking. I miss sleeping on my stomach and just sleeping in general (hello, 3am potty breaks).
If you've ever had an injury that sidelined you for a few months I'm sure you know the feeling...
wanting to get back to your routine, but knowing that jumping in too soon will just hurt you more than it will help. With my first pregnancy I didn't change much about my workout routine and was no worse for it, but this time my body said, "NO!" to certain things loud and clear early on. And I know and respect my body enough to understand that no means no. It definitely doesn't help that I get a 10 hour workout every day just running after a toddler. No wonder I can't hang anymore.
So here we are in the third trimester with about 12 weeks left to go (more or less... hopefully just a little less).
I hear third trimester and think, "Hey we're almost there!" and then I see 12 weeks and I think, "Woah that's a long time."
And tomorrow I may start wishing it would all slow down because I'm not so sure I'm ready to have two. Hormones are crazy things, my friends.
How did you feel towards the end of your pregnancy? Were you a magical glowing unicorn the whole time? Did you reach a point where you were just DONE with a capital D? How did you get through to the end? (Looking for suggestions that don't involve indulging in ice cream... I've got that one covered.)