November 12, 2010


Four weeks is entirely too long to go without a blog post. Troy even told me last night that he thought I was done with it since it's been so long since I updated. Sorry about that. Life happens, and as usual, I'm not good at juggling it all.

I was one of the featured pregnant women in a story our local paper did last week: Great Expectations. I'd say that I definitely had some great expectations going into this pregnancy....for example,

1. I wasn't going to gain more than the recommended 25-35 pounds.
2. I was going to continue to run until the doctor said I had to report to the hospital for delivery.
3. I was going to take up swimming, do it consistently, and like it.
4. I wasn't going to succumb to any crazy cravings or indulgences.
5. I'd keep up my normal routine of day-to-day activities, and not get tired.
6. I wasn't going to complain about anything.

I'm sure there are more, but those are the ones that are most prevalent on my brain (side note: there is entirely too much that is prevalent in my brain these I get closer to the big day, I realize that I have some serious information overload.)

At any rate, back to the article. I'm not sure why I agreed to talk to the reporter. I knew I wasn't going to be able to lie about my eating habits, my exercise habits, and my general laziness. So, I just outed myself to my entire community. And you know what? It actually felt good. It felt good to say "yes, I know I should do more but gosh darnit I'm tired." It also felt good to be honest. Really honest. Because I was led to believe that just because I can run a marathon, I'm going to breeze through pregnancy fat-free. Yeah, well, that didn't happen. I've now got cellulite in places that I never thought cellulite could exist. Every time I go to the doctor, she looks at me like I'm crazy, asking me if I've been on vacation over the last 2 weeks due to my weight increase. It's just this never-ending (okay, that's a little dramatic) cycle of more pounds and less exercise.

But, I wouldn't trade being pregnant for anything. The amazement of watching that little squirmy girl move back and forth, well...that just makes it all worth it.

So, while I officially weigh more than my husband, I'm totally okay with it. I know I will shed it on the flip side due to my diligence of exercise (when I'm not tired), and the miracle of breast feeding (or at least I'm told that that will help shed the pounds as well.)

Well, that's it for 35 weeks. I'm off to have a melt-down...just found out that the doctor who has my lab test results is on vacation for another week and the cleaning service that I contacted to come mop my floors and clean my toilets has yet to show up (they were supposed to be here over 2 hours ago). I feel like calling both of them and saying "I'm following through on this whole pregnancy job, now why can't you follow through on your job???"


Katy C said...

Hang in there, Amy! Proud of you for your honesty!

Teamarcia said...

Wow 35 weeks! L&D-day will be here before you know it!

Char said...

Putting on fat is just nature's way of preparing you to have enough stores to breast feed. So close now. Good luck with everything that's going to happen in the next month or so.

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