i'm starting to experience that shitty time in pregnancy when you can't get comfortable for an entire night's sleep. last night i had a towel folded up under my right hip so i wouldn't put pressure on the main blood vessel in my back. i also had a throw pillow under my normal pillow so i could read without feeling like i was suffocating.
i slept for several hours then awoke at 4:45 as i seem to do almost every morning. this time y was awake too and had his laptop in bed. what is actually the dimmest of light settings on the monitor feels like a lighthouse beacon when you're trying to win the insomnia war.
the alarm clock went off an hour later.
i think the thing that got my biscuit to the gym was the thought of the good water pressure in the shower. the shower at my loft is really weak and it takes a lot of time to rinse conditioner out of my hair. the gym shower is no joke, that water hits you and you're clean really fast. oh and the fact that my car was parked on the street and would have to be moved by 8am or
i'd be the recipient of a $40+ ticket was
also incentive.
once
i'm at gold's i feel so good. this morning i jogged for a mile and a half on the treadmill next to my friend
margie, who by the way is throwing me a baby shower with all the gym girls next month. i love that
i've been going to a gym so regularly that i have formed friendships there.
the jogging made me feel like myself again and not like the person who was struggling in bed with a huge belly. i feel like me when i exercise. don't get me wrong, i absolutely love being pregnant but my time at the gym is totally mine and not a time when
i'm obsessively reading about my baby's progress in the womb or mentally listing everything i need to do to get his crib area ready.
in the locker room all the regulars
i've known for a while said nice things to me about my growing belly and how it doesn't look like
i've put on weight anywhere else. that kind of encouragement and love is so worth getting out of bed for.