Hooray! Today was the first official day of my summer vacation. I should have cleaned the house, I could have organized the nursery closet… and I would have done these things if I hadn’t decided to live it up instead. What does living it up mean to me right now? Eating a real breakfast, reading my favorite blogs, playing with Buddy, and watching trash television on Netflix. Yes, my life has changed drastically since becoming pregnant. A day off would never have looked this boring before baby. Now, that’s about all I can manage! At least breakfast was pretty, right? I was in serious need of french toast.
A few more hours of laziness passed before Ryne finally made it home from work. I say finally, because I never realized how quiet and calm the house is without anyone here. I do not do quiet and calm. I like people around 24/7. I’m one of those freaks, which makes having summers off quite interesting. At least I have the Bud to keep me company. He pretty much just sleeps all day though… he’ll play in ten minute increments, then he’s done for at least an hour. What a diva.
When Ryne got home, we headed into the gym for a quick workout before dinner. I incline
walked waddled for about 30 minutes while he did some squats. Then he ran sprints, while I did a little bit of biceps.
Man, I never thought I’d say this, but I really miss running full-on sprints. I know it’s going to be a tough road after I have the baby, but I can not wait to get back into running. I’m not expecting any miracles, so hopefully I won’t be too disappointed when the time comes.
Speaking of running, I just realized I haven’t mentioned how being further along in my pregnancy has been affecting my workouts. I’ll be 37 weeks on Thursday, so I’m definitely in the final stretch. I’ll have to admit, there have been weeks where I have done nothing but go to work and come home and crash. I feel like that’s normal and I’m okay with it. If I don’t feel up to a workout, I don’t push it. However, I have managed to stay relatively active. I can still jog, which is a huge accomplishment considering I weigh the same as a baby elephant (rough estimate, haha) and I get winded going up the stairs. I don’t know how it’s possible for me to lack the energy for simple tasks and yet manage to get on the treadmill. I guess it’s a mental thing. I’ve also been doing a lot more walking than running. Incline walking is no joke, y’all! I break a sweat within minutes, my butt feels like it’s going to fall off, and my thighs curse me the entire time. I can also still do a lot of the same lifting as before pregnancy, just subtract out the weights for most exercises. Trust me, you don’t need weights for squats when you carry an extra 30-something pounds around your waist!
Overall, I’m feeling good. I actually feel the most “normal” when I work out. That’s reason enough for me to keep it going until the bitter end. Hopefully, my little efforts here and there will lead to a non-horrific (I know, I’m dramatic) birth and recovery.
Now we’re off to my grandma’s for dinner. One last thing, who is going to sign up for my first postpartum race with me? You know you want to! I’ll be easy to beat. 😉