Sorry I’ve been a snowed under and haven’t had a chance to write my next post…until now.
Here is a photo from week 14…
At the beginning it wasn’t so bad. It was actually good. When I put my ‘morning sickness’ aside and soreness, it was actually great. Finally my A cup had upgraded to a C cup (which is big for me) in a matter of weeks…and without any surgery. Happy days!! Unfortunately it didn’t last too long. I now look down (week 16) and my belly has overtaken my boobs. But that’s just the beginning of all the changes.
I honestly have to take my hat off to every mother/ pregnant lady out there. I am not made for this stuff. I’m also a glass half full kinda girl, but this stuff is hard. My boobs are bigger, but that’s about the only positive I’ve come across so far. I’m tired, hungry, sore, sick, getting fat, can’t exercise and just over really talking about it all the time (ironic really while I’m writing this blog). I didn’t expect it to be. I actually thought I would love being pregnant.
One of the hardest changes I had to take on board was the exercise…or lack thereof. Everyone who knows me probably considers me a little obsessed with my exercise. I love all the high impact/ vigorous exercise such as boxing and running and with a bit of yoga or walking on the side. I guess I just loved moving my body and pushing it to its limits. I have now had 3 professional opinions telling me I can only walk and do other low impact exercises (excluding yoga). So not only am I getting fatter and wanting to eat more, I can’t really counter balance that with much exercise. If I was pregnant with one, would it be the same? Probably not, I hear of loads of people running right up until their final trimester if they were previously a runner. But because I’m high risk and carrying 3…I am almost bed bound.
I often wonder that the only reason I’m tired is because I’m not exercising. Apparently not as it comes with the pregnancy territory. I guess I do have three sucking the life out of me. I wasn’t one of these ‘tired’ type of people. I woke early and went to bed early, but didn’t often feel too tired. Now I’m that rude lady in the corner yarning all the time. It’s uncontrollable. And when people ask how you are…I respond ‘tired’. Ekk who have I become.
It doesn’t stop there. Where did that saying “You’re glowing” come from?? How can I be glowing when I’m tired and breaking out in pimples/ red rash? I never use to wear make up to work, now it’s added into my daily routine of applying makeup. The only time I don’t really wear it is when I’m with my friends and family and I’m needing to ‘air’ out my skin for a few hours.
So I’m frustrated with not exercising, I’m tired and I have to wear makeup every day to cover up my horrible skin. But I also know this is temporary and for something much greater than selfish little me. Mums not only give up their body for 9 months, but they are completely dedicated to ensuing these little ones have the best start to life. For those considering getting pregnant, make sure you’re aware of what is really going to happen (obviously everyone is different so this may not apply to all). I am now…so ready for this. I often stop to rub my belly and have a little chat to the triple threat to see how they are going. Although this is all not what I expected, I know it’s going to be the greatest thing Pat and I ever do.