Being pregnant makes me feel like a big baby.
Because all I want to do is eat and sleep.
Bedtime hovers right around 7:30-8:00PM.
If I’m lucky.
That’s about the time I get finished with dinner, get the kitchen cleaned up, and have a moment left to turn on the television to the show that I will inevitably fall asleep to within 3.5 seconds.
With days of nausea interspersed throughout.
But overall, this week has felt pretty good.
I think I’ve finally found a routine that works for me + P.
My day starts with a couple of shooters of a B-complex vitamin and vitamin D.
Then I walk on the treadmill for 40-50 minutes before work.
I tried other pre-natal workouts but even they left me feeling drained and depleted.
Brisk walking feels glorious and I try to sneak in 1-2 walks per day.
This week I managed to walk almost 25 miles!
Sometimes I feel bad that walking is the only form of exercise I’m getting, but then I realize:
1) Walking makes me feel awesome.
2) Being able to do any exercise right now is awesome.
3. Less squats means my pants fit a whole lot better.
P-Daddy had a pretty exciting week too.
He came to his first ultrasound!
PB is still working on those arms and legs and for a second I thought I had a little turkey in there.
And wouldn’t you know that little turkey actually wiggled on the ultrasound?
I’m pretty sure it was all a show for P-Daddy but PB sure was shaken’ a tail feather in there.
Or maybe PB was just excited for Thanksgiving.
I know I am.
I made a practice round of my vegan Turkey Day contribution.
I used THIS recipe and adjusted the amount of ingredients using the ultra exact measuring science of “eyeballing” it.
I can’t wait to smother it in ketchup.
Because EVERYTHING gets smothered in ketchup.
I don’t even think it’s a pregnancy thing.
I think I’m just weird.
Hope that’s not genetic!
GOBBLE TILL YOU WOBBLE!