Alright, so… this boy is growing by leaps and bounds. Literally. He’s using my bladder as a springboard and my stomach as his soft landing, pushing the contents of my lunch up my esophagus into my throat. Just a little side info: I had to take a time-out during sex the other day to burp. I was all, “Wait–hold on a sec–I need to burp,” and I sat up and did one of those chin to chest pumps to get the air up and out. Sex during pregnancy needs to have its own post, and not to worry, it’s not all bad. Trust me. Okay, moving on.
The only other negative thing really worth mentioning is how hard I have to concentrate on not peeing my pants while I’m running. I have to say, it’s completely normal to have pee leaks during pregnancy and after having babies but for some reason, I haven’t struggled with this issue! Not once! And I don’t plan on it. In fact, I dabble with the idea of inserting an underwear liner in there just in case a bit of wee leaks out but then I think no, because having a safety net might subconsciously tell my body that it’s okay to release. Having zero protection forces me to work that pelvic floor like never before. I swear, running has been better for my vagina than any other body part.
Other than these things, this pregnancy has been a frigging breeze. I weigh almost 133lb (I’m rounding up a bit) which puts me at a 10-13lb weight gain. I’ve been eating veggies and meat and all the good stuff like a champ, and my running feels absolutely amazing. Here is the link to my Mileage Monday post for my 24th week of pregnancy.
Callum wanted in on some bump action too. He often tells us about the baby in his tummy:
Have you ever had to burp during sex? Or any other scandalous stories that the internet needs to know about?