So here I am, trying to get this baby out (mentally, that is - so far no real labor, just stronger and more painful BH) and the three of us come down with a cold. Fine. We're starting to get better and then N cracks her head open last night and gets 5 stitches at the ER. They will be in until Friday. Good. Times. And here I've already hit 800 miles, vacuumed, cleaned the bathrooms, and baked a cake. (All yesterday, before the aforementioned trip.) I know I'm not officially due until Friday but the amount of mental blocks that keep getting thrown my way is getting a bit ridiculous.
And in running news, besides hitting 800 miles a little early, I have decided that this past Saturday was my last long (6.2 miles) run of the pregnancy. I have noticed the past two Saturdays that I spend the rest of the day suffering - baby goes crazy, I get lots of pressure on my hips and in my pelvis, and lots of fake-o contractions. The last one was the worst because there was shooting pubic bone pain during the actual run. No thanks. So I will be running only 3-4 miles a day until delivery.
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Brianne, I just have to say that I'm so impressed that you've been running through pregnancy. I've never been pregnant, but I imagine when I'm late in my pregnancy one day (in the very distant future), all I will want to do is eat. You also inspired me to start timing/keeping track of how far I run sometimes. Kudos, and all the best!
Thanks Rebecca! I think you'd be surprised - if you're used to being in shape and running, which, clearly you are, it might not be so easy to give up:)
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