My Eggo is Preggo Update
My lovelies, it has been too long!
I have found that it is hard for me to post about exercise when I’m only walking and doing prenatal yoga. It’s hard to post about clean eating because I pretty much eat the same things (ground turkey breast, eggs, green smoothies, etc) and haven’t come up with a new recipe in heavens knows how long! It’s hard to post about my pregnancy because I don’t want to drive you people nuts with posts about my uterus. Thus, you’re left with a blog that is blogless (a word?) to say the least.
I’m due August 16 and have about 8 1/2 weeks left to go. Even though this boy is sitting on my bladder and pushing my hips so far apart that they feel like they’re going to burst, I actually feel quite good. Aside from the agony of rolling over in bed, I feel like I’m on cloud 9. My husband and I are taking a childbirth preparation class and he had to put on the pregnancy suit. I made him lay on the ground and roll over. While he grimaced and groaned, all I could do was cross my hands over my chest and smirk. Sucker.
Prenatal Yoga has been my saving grace. I LOVE it to pieces, however, the bigger I get the more I want to punch the instructor in the face. Not because I want to resort to violence but because I find that at each class, it is getting harder and harder to bend, to balance myself, and for heavens sakes to even sit cross legged! Blasted.
I would say that my eating is pretty clean but I eat A LOT more carbs. I wish I could say complex carbs but truly, I’m chowing down on straight up bread and tortillas. When we go out to eat, I don’t order salads but rather order sandwiches. I also eat cheese (string, cube, even shredded straight out of the bag-don’t judge me). I haven’t had any weird cravings but my staple craving is bread and cheese. I’ll be honest, because I always am with you peeps, I have purchased 3 pints of ice cream over the course of this pregnancy. Not at one time! Good Lawd.
As much as I miss HIIT, hard core weight lifting, seeing my toes, and running, I am amazed and feel so very blessed to have our boy growing inside of me. Even when I feel a wee bit humiliated to have my husband shave my legs, help me put on my socks and panties, and get things out of the fridge because I can’t open the double doors while standing in front of it because I get stuck between it and the kitchen island, I find myself in awe at our creation.
Matt and I on Sunday, Father’s Day! Unfortunately, they don’t make Happy “In Utero” Father’s Day cards……….
Eat Clean, Pump some Iron, and Be a Fit Fox!