I think that my petite frame makes the baby bump size feel more dramatic. I had my first prenatal class this past Sunday, and was the only shorty in the group. Even though I had the latest due date, I felt like my bump was one of the largest, beaten only by a girl in her 31st week that was carrying twins.
I’m okay with it as of now, since I feel like it’s still in its ‘cute’ stage and I don’t have any stretch marks as of yet (at least not on my belly- my hips and thighs are a different story…). But at the rate this baby is growing, I’m a bit anxious to see what I’ll look like 11 weeks from now, if I’m lucky enough to make it that far along.
I’m starting to feel more lethargic as the days go by and I’m not nearly as gung ho about exercising every day. I feel like I have a finite amount of energy to expend on a daily basis, and sometimes an hour long workout just doesn’t make the cut.
Still, our prenatal instructor reminded us that you wouldn’t run a marathon without training ahead of time, and since labor requires the same strength and stamina, why would we spend the 9 months prior falling out of shape? Um, because we’re enormous and tired and there is a tiny human pushing against our bladder and lungs…but other than that, I think it’s a great point.
I should probably stop blogging and go for a jog, especially since for the first time since conceiving, I’m entertaining the idea of natural childbirth. Epidural is still my official ‘birth plan’, but in Aberdeen, you need to have about 4 back up plans in case an anesthesiologist is unavailable or you’re turned away from the hospital despite being dangerously close to birthing a baby. True stories. I'd say there is a bit of a short staff problem here, but that's just me...
Jillian stepped in as photographer this week since Jonathan was unavailable. Thanks friend! The pictures were taken in the noonday sun which is why they are a little bit bright.