That's where I'm at.
After my baby shower two weeks ago I looked down to discover Fred Flintstone's feet were in my sandals. Goodbye, ankle bones. Hope to see you again in a couple months. For now, I'm accepting the sausage feet as part of the whole experience. (Don't get me wrong - I complain about it constantly.) But they say water weight is the easiest to lose, so my fingers are crossed.
I remember my dad popping Tums and moaning about something called heartburn when I was a kid. That must be an old man's disease, I thought. Nope. Another fun side-effect of being with child. Last week, even cereal was causing major indigestion. Prilosec to the rescue. Thank God that's allowed during pregnancy.
Now down to less than two months, the morning dog walk has become an issue. Trudy likes a 45-60 minute walk before napping the day away. My bladder can make it about 15 minutes. So in addition to carrying a dog poo bag and Milkbones, toilet paper has become a necessity. Fortunately, my triathlon background prepared me for some aspect of pregnancy. I can pee anywhere at anytime and do. Many of my spots may be monitored by cameras, but I don't care. Vanity has left the building, folks.
Mornings at the gym follow a similar schedule. Twenty minutes on the stair climber. Pee. Twenty minutes on the elliptical. Pee. Explain to front desk guy I'm not actually leaving, as each time I pass he tells me to have a nice day. Thirty minutes weights. Pee. Ten minutes on treadmill. Look down to see what appears to be a varicose vein developing. Gasp. Immediately stop treadmill. Pee. Drive home. Complain to husband about vein. Have him tell me that it's okay. Tell him to add more money to the post-baby-fix-up-Jen fund. He nods.
On the bright side, the newly-purchased elliptical was delivered and Husband promised it will be assembled this weekend. That way I can workout and pee in the comfort of my own home.
After my baby shower two weeks ago I looked down to discover Fred Flintstone's feet were in my sandals. Goodbye, ankle bones. Hope to see you again in a couple months. For now, I'm accepting the sausage feet as part of the whole experience. (Don't get me wrong - I complain about it constantly.) But they say water weight is the easiest to lose, so my fingers are crossed.
I remember my dad popping Tums and moaning about something called heartburn when I was a kid. That must be an old man's disease, I thought. Nope. Another fun side-effect of being with child. Last week, even cereal was causing major indigestion. Prilosec to the rescue. Thank God that's allowed during pregnancy.
Now down to less than two months, the morning dog walk has become an issue. Trudy likes a 45-60 minute walk before napping the day away. My bladder can make it about 15 minutes. So in addition to carrying a dog poo bag and Milkbones, toilet paper has become a necessity. Fortunately, my triathlon background prepared me for some aspect of pregnancy. I can pee anywhere at anytime and do. Many of my spots may be monitored by cameras, but I don't care. Vanity has left the building, folks.
Mornings at the gym follow a similar schedule. Twenty minutes on the stair climber. Pee. Twenty minutes on the elliptical. Pee. Explain to front desk guy I'm not actually leaving, as each time I pass he tells me to have a nice day. Thirty minutes weights. Pee. Ten minutes on treadmill. Look down to see what appears to be a varicose vein developing. Gasp. Immediately stop treadmill. Pee. Drive home. Complain to husband about vein. Have him tell me that it's okay. Tell him to add more money to the post-baby-fix-up-Jen fund. He nods.
On the bright side, the newly-purchased elliptical was delivered and Husband promised it will be assembled this weekend. That way I can workout and pee in the comfort of my own home.
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