80 degrees is a death sentence when you're 8 months pregnant. (Ok, nearly 8 months pregnant for anyone else who is actually counting.)
I went on a 20 minute walk today and aside from thinking I might go into labor in front of a little league practice, it went alright. It was my first 'leave the house' sort of exercise in probably 3 weeks mainly because people make me feel like an albino squirrel when I walk past them. Maybe it's in my head, but I dare you to come on a walk with me and tell me that it's not true. Anyway, I came home with some swollen fingers and feet and a bad case of the back sweat. Nothing I'm not completely accustomed to by now.
My main source of exercise is the stair climber and I like to do about 4-5 sets between 10pm and 6:30am. One of these days, I'm going to pee my pants. Not because I don't realize I have to go, but out of pure laziness because it is getting to be quite the haul up to the bathroom these days.
Just wait until you're pregnant, you'll know what I mean and trust me, you will not be laughing. Because you'll be crying. All the time. About things like spilling fruit in the parking lot of Einstein Bagels and spilling grapefruit juice all over your favorite maternity pants within 30 minutes of getting to work and forgetting where you put a $10 check 2 months ago and all the good tv shows having their season finales at the same time.....you know, important stuff that is worth your tears! Just you wait!
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