Yours truly, pretending to be sporty at 29 weeks pregnant.
My work out regime right now basically consists of walking the dogs. I walk them 1-2 hours a day with a couple long hikes on the weekend. Over Christmas I went to the gym a couple times and pumped it up (pump it, PUMP IT, PUMP IT!!!) with some weight training, but really the only thing I do with consistency is march my dogs around town.
That march is getting a bit slower.
It’s getting a bit more precarious as well because it is difficult to discern how far I will get on any particular excursion. One day I can walk and walk and walk and walk and the next I’ll be 20 mins in and my bladder, without warning, will start to shriek, “PEE!!! You need to pee woman!!! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. Find bathroom NOW!!!” So I hoof ‘er on home, dragging my confused dogs behind me (who would probably like to pee on some stuff as well), a little shocked because I am SURE I made sure to be on “Empty” before leaving the house. Finally I get home, the Mission Impossible theme song blaring in my temples, and upon throwing myself upon the porcelain thone… I am usually rather disappointed with my performance.
“Really? I waddle-ran home for this?”
At the very least my body could give me Super Big Gulp volume considering the sprint I put in to get to the loo. But nope. I am now at the mercy of a thimble full.
More belly bump pics:
28 weeks pregnant (bring, do, take & an ode to accepting help)
27 weeks pregnant (christmas edition)
26 weeks pregnant (psychedelic tool edition)
25 weeks pregnant (clean freak)
23 weeks pregnant (the meltdown)
22 weeks pregnant (grand canyon edition)