| | It's official: I can no longer run. I have to stick with walking.  I go for a 2-mile walk in the morning (because that's all I have time for - walking is so much slower than running, didn't you know?) and I try to walk in the afternoon, depending on how much time I have and whether or not I have to teach a SET class. I remember the day when I would whip out a 6-7 mile run in the morning in under 1 hour, come home, shower, change, and start my day. Ahh, those were the days. I guess I'll pick up the tempo after all this baby comes out.
The main reason I can't run is because my belly is too heavy. There's too much weight there and as the baby is getting bigger, he is starting to stomp on my bladder. Multiply that with the impact of jogging and you have a really painful (and embarrassing!) experience.
One of my favorite times of the day is at night, when G and I get into bed, and we have our pillow talk moments. These days, pillow talk includes talking with the Baby. G likes to rest his head on my ribcage, and talk to him about his day, his ups and downs, and that he can't wait to meet and hold him. Last night's conversation went something like this:
"Hello in there...you're growing bigger and bigger. Son, let me tell you about this little sac that's next to your home. It's called a bladder. I know you're running out of room in there and you're doing your slam dunks, kicks, and punches, but if you could please avoid Mommy's bladder, she would really appreciate it. Thanks!" Baby usually responds with a kick and G feels it on his cheek! 
-NL
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| | Posted 4/17/2009 12:04 PM - 60 Views - 18 eProps - 9 comments
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