Oh, the posture! But I was tired. Still, this is when it’s most obvious: denim skirt, a bit swollen, after exercise. If I wear my jeans I just look like I’ve had a big lunch. Hard to believe I’m halfway there. Well, almost anyways. Still doing great for the most part, but I can already sense the parts of my body that are unhappy with the new weight: lower back, hips, lower abs. Abs might straighten a little bit once the bump moves to belly-button height, though, because I swear this amount of mass isn’t supposed to be held by that one poor hyperextended muscle.
The quickening is… quickening now. Jon actually got kicked last time he rubbed my belly and can hear the heartbeat. He is somewhere between confused, excited and angry, for some reason. But at least he enjoyed it, even if the belly is now a no-go zone due to the risk of being assaulted by a person the size of his hand. I’m unsure how much I enjoy it. It’s fun when it happens, annoying when it keeps going for 5-10 minutes (I assume unborn babies are big aerobics fans] and I can’t focus on work, and somewhere between worrying and disappointing when s/he’s still for over two hours. I seriously can’t make my mind up what I want. 😛
I’m not being bad, but I’m not being great either. Trouble is, the only thing that shuts up my pregnancy hungers is ripe cheese. Leaves me feeling full for a day or two. But it worsens my depression, gives me stomach troubles and is a risky food during pregnancy. So I’m managing to eat healthy and then ruining it with at least a chocolate or a piece of cheese a day.
Calories are staying within parameter and my weight gain has steadied since the last sudden spike. I now oscillate between 72 and 75 kilos depending on how greedy I have been.
Weights are depending on the day. The power is there and the muscles are doing great, despite all the extra stress on them. But my stamina is shot, so if I spent a day gardening or have been busy or did resistance band work or yoga work, weights aren’t happening. I run out of poke every ten minutes. 😦 Still, workout is workout and a benefit of progesterone is that a little rest won’t make my guns go anywhere. Mother Nature knows what she’s doing, even if I haven’t a clue!
How did your week in fitness go? Any tips on keeping active now that I have the stamina of a sea slug?