Pregnancy is not all peaches and cream. You can ask anyone who knows me, I pretty much hated being awake for the first 15 weeks. I had nausea all day, hated being cooped up (because it was winter), felt tired, and couldn’t stay awake later than 7:30pm for the life of me. I’m sure people thought I had a drinking problem. I seemed hungover.. all the time. And I was trying to keep it a secret. From time to time, I would talk to women with kids and they say “I loved being pregnant.” And I was ALL SIDE-EYE.
The me before pregnancy loved to do Hot Yoga. I loved to go for runs, and would hike 10 miles hoping to turn around and do 10 more. The whole first trimester had me in a serious funk, and I didn’t feel like myself at all. The truth is, I was really worried. I was worried that it would last the whole 9 months (which does happen to some women!). I worried that I wasn’t setting myself up for a healthy pregnancy. I was worried that I was already a bad mom because I was feeling so lazy.
So when the second trimester dawned, I was ecstatic. The world around me started to feel better as winter turned to spring. The nausea began to subside and I started to have a new energy. I thought that I could start fresh a get moving!
This is what I did:
I walked every single day that I could. I would take an hour lunch break during my work week to take a walk around the neighborhood. It was a solid three-mile walk, often in the summer heat, and it split up my day really well. If I had some time after work, sometimes I would go for another one. I did this until the very day that I gave birth. I walked a minimum of three miles, and up to ten, a day. It felt no different from going for walks pre-pregnancy, except for a little waddle. It wasn’t always sunny, it wasn’t always 75 degrees. I just did it anyway, and it really kept me in shape. It kept my swelling down. It kept my core muscles working. It kept my energy up!
They say not to start working out really hard if you didn’t before pregnancy. I get that. For me, I just know that most people I know who are pregnant can walk. A little less TV, a little less Facebook, a little more sunshine. Just what I would hope for my own baby’s development.
The other side of this whole thing is diet. Well don’t listen to me about that. I ATE EVERY SINGLE THING I EVER WANTED TO EAT WHILE I WAS PREGNANT. I ate three meals in a sitting. I consumed WAY OVER the recommended amount. And I did it regularly. I am just the worst.
So I walked… to keep from eating, maybe?
I did it, and people would ask what was my secret… well now you know!
I’d love to meet you on twitter here.
If you liked the post, share it on Facebook or Pin it below!