Horrible punny post title, check! I’m off to a good start with this one. And now I have that song stuck in my head. (You probably do too…you’re welcome!)
All to make a simple point about an inevitable eventuality: at 35 weeks pregnant, I’ve think I’ve thrown in the towel. I’m done running until after baby.
I feel like I should be more sad about this, or explain how it was some big agonizing decision, but it really wasn’t. Last week, I started getting minor discomfort in my lower abdomen and crotch after running. Nothing sharp or acute, but more like a mild muscle soreness you get after strength training. Which makes sense: my crotch has been lifting weights for the last eight months and lately the load has become substantially heavier.
I gave it a few more tries in case it was a fluke, but nope, the correlation was pretty clear: go for a run, spend the next day sore. It’s a little frustrating in that I still feel good while I’m running, but the aftermath is not worth it. I don’t need to add to my growing list of late-pregnancy discomforts for the sake of an optional activity, no matter how much I enjoy it.
Besides, I can still swim and elliptical and lift (upper body) weights with no apparent ill effects. And hey: I made it to 35 weeks running, which is a long time! And a lot of pee stops.
I didn’t go in to this with a running goal of any sort, but it’s safe to say that I exceeded what I thought I would do. Back in my first trimester, I had to stop running for a few weeks because of some bleeding, and I remember resigning myself to the possibility of months – almost a year, really – without running. Fortunately, the issue resolved itself and that wasn’t the case, but it’s a good reminder of how lucky I am to have been able to run at all during these last few months.
So there we go. I guess I’ve officially abandoned two thirds of this blog’s purported subjects. At least I am still eating?
Closing in on 20 pounds gained! My feet have completely disappeared from view and I’m constantly spilling food on myself because I can’t lean all the way over my plate when I eat. (Seriously, I have all of these bibs for the baby, but they’re too small for me! They should make pregnant-lady-sized food protection gear.) Supposedly baby girl is putting on half a pound a week these days, fattening up to prepare for her big arrival.
I’m glad someone is getting ready. I still feel rather underprepared. We’ve checked lots of the important boxes: classes completed, diapers purchased, tiny baby clothes washed, hospital pre-registration submitted. We’ll install the car seat this weekend. But the house is still a construction zone, the nursery is nonexistent, and it occurred to me recently that we haven’t really thought about pediatricians, much less selected one. (Guess what I’ll be doing this morning?)
It’s all good, though. We’ll figure it out. 5 weeks to go!