I am a solid 133lb this week. I know I said I was 133 last week but I rounded up a bit–this week is 133lb on the dot. It would just feel a little weird and obsessive to be like, “I weigh 132.654378 lb after poo and coffee before shower after blowing my nose before clipping my toenails.” Know what I mean? Weight gain is just a super vague guideline that can give hints to the mother and baby’s well-being. I like keeping track of it because I run so damn much that I find it even more necessary to hone in on the hairy details in case anything comes up.
Running has still been going great! More than great. I am so incredibly tickled pink with how it’s going. Like I keep saying, I am taking this one day, one hour, one minute at a time and I am well aware of how fast things can change so I’m just staying thankful for each mile that I can cover. If you’re interested in last week’s Mileage Monday, here’s the link.
I hope you guys know that it’s not glamorous though. I mean, if you’re a runner than you already kinda know that the sport can leave a bit of a mark here and there, but pregnancy takes it up a notch. I was blessed with some vag chafing (I guess I pulled my underwear up wrong and it got folded over and well, yeah…) which changed up my gait a bit because I was trying to run in a way where it wasn’t so sore, so my knee ached a bit, but settled once the chafing went away.
The pee breaks are out of control. For example, I ran 10 miles today and I had to take 4 pee breaks. FOUR. One of which included a surprise poo, which always gets me a bit flustered.
I know that a lot of people would be annoyed and bothered by all the gross stuff and just throw in the towel, and I would too, if I were actually bothered enough. But, I’m not. Because I love my sport, and when you love something that much, you put up with the annoying stuff. It’s worth it. I don’t even really feel pregnant when I’m out there running. I feel it when I’m bending over to clean up toys or to load the dishwasher. I feel it when I hold Callum on my lap to read books together. I feel it when I’m trying to get into a comfortable position to sleep at night. But running? My body transcends that feeling of being weighed down. I mean, I notice the changes on the inside, like pressure on my bladder and bowel, or how my sciatic nerve flares up a bit and makes my left foot go numb. But man, when I’m out there on the roads it’s like I’ve got superpowers. My abdomen is taught and my core is solid. It feels great.
How often do you go poo during the day?
Do you know what I mean when I say “surprise poo?” Do you get those? Where you’re sitting down for a pee and all of a sudden you’re like, whoa. Poo is totally coming out now.
I wonder how many people I lose each time I talk about poo.