Remember earlier on in this pregnancy when I was running/walking or swimming AND doing yoga all in the same day?
Remember when I said I was feeling relatively limitless? When I was committed to getting at least an hour’s worth of exercise every single day?
Oh, how things have changed. Yesterday for my big activity of the day, I walked 3.2 miles with the dogs and today I feel like I ran a marathon. I’m sore, achey and exhausted, and feeling happiest when I’m planted on the couch. I’m desperately trying to convince myself to go to yoga this evening since the only other active thing I’ve done is take the dogs to the park.
But if I’m honest with myself and all of you, it just might not happen.
In fact, a lot of things are just not happening anymore. I’m 36+ weeks pregnant and everything is starting to get more and more uncomfortable. There seem to be new aches and discomfort on the daily. And don’t even get me started on my bladder. It is OUT OF CONTROL how often I have to pee.
I’m trying really damn hard to give myself grace because I know I’ve done my best to stay active throughout this pregnancy, even when it was difficult, even when I didn’t want to do anything. I’m trying to let go of expectations for myself and realize that 9 months pregnant is REALLY pregnant. But it’s hard.
It’s hard to feel like a giant slug all the time; to allow myself to just give in to the couch …and Netflix…and letting others do things for me. It’s hard to give up my sense of independence, and accept help from others. I’ve just recently started letting my husband help me get my shoes on and off. And have started letting friends lift or carry things for me without feeling too much guilt over it. And while I’m still holding out on taking the doctor’s arm when I need to hoist myself upright on the exam table, I’m not so sure I have it in me for my next appointment.
My goal for the next few weeks is to try my hardest to move every week, even just super short walks – even if it’s just a couple of laps around the track with the dogs- because I know if I just keep moving in some way, I’ll feel better overall. But I also know that I need to let go of any silly expectations and shut my I WANT TO DO EVERYTHING mentality (ahem, ego) off.
And of course, I’ll need this same grace and compassion to not only get through the third trimester but also so that I can get through the fourth trimester. I know there will likely be considerable recovery time and I’ll need to let go and just be OK with that. When the baby comes, I’m hoping to at least keep up my walks (once I have the green light from the doctors, of course), and am planning to join the Gixo 5K, along with all my favorite Sweat Pink sisters on Cinco De Mayo!
Who’s with me?
Ok mamas, how did you survive your third trimester? Mamas to be, how are you surviving?