exercise and pregnancy

I feel quite inspired by my friend, tiffany, as I remember her being always joyful and fun, but she decided to quite noticeably slim down last year and looks AWESOME!! Ok, so her sister is a personal trainer and she caught the bug herself and is helping others realize their healthy dreams. Now, I cannot participate in a full on program due to the fact I am with child and could potentially give myself a heart attack. That being said I can do something to prepare for the arduous work of labor and delivery in July. I look at this time as a time to prepare, pump up and by the end labor should be easier, pregnancy with less complications, body coming back faster or may I say even better than it is now.

I have resolved not to kill or maim myself in such endeavors. I started yesterday and will continue to build up my skills. I walked yesterday and did some yoga. Which reminds me to get pregnant yoga tape. I can't do some of the poses as my beloved belly is sorta in my way and I don't want to stress out the baby...too much. A little stress never hurt anyone. So, yes, my goal is to be physically ready to push out this child. Who knows, my routine may stick and I can start up again soon after junior is born. That is a whole other conversation so we will save that for the months to come.

Are you kidding me?!

Oh it has been so very long since I have felt the need/motivation/freetime to write. The amazing situation now is that I am pregnant. Yes, 14 weeks down and many to go. Do I love it? No. Do I love Max, my gestational being? Most definately. I am not the most gracious pregnant person and I could be the winner of the bitch award during this season of growth.

As I share my thoughts with all of you, the whole 2 followers I have, Colin has had two toys taken away because he hit the dog with the nerf bat and slammed his toy Mack (from Cars) on the table as hard as he possibly could. Guess who is sitting in time out after getting a spanking? This wasn't a sissy spanking either as the boy is on his third day of potty training. I so do not envy him. Can I just share how angry I am at this 3 year old? He smashed his truck into the table as hard as he could to prove some point my being as impish as he could possibly muster. Not cool. Yet, I am going down the road of baby for the last time. I am so glad this is the last human being I will be bringing into the world, though not that I am bringing other beings into the world either.