Drawing the short end of the Pregnancy Stick

I have a confession to make: I hate being pregnant. I really do. I know there are many out there that love it, would do it again and again if their bodies (and partners) would let them. I am most certainly not one of those people. Don’t get me wrong, I have a full appreciation for the miracle that goes into my body growing, nurturing and ultimately feeding this amazing little person but the process in getting there is something I could do without. Maybe I’m a wimp, hard to say but on my second go ’round and the amount of sick I feel and the meds I’m on to try and control that make this Fit Mom very miserable, not to mention sedentary.

Do I regret my decision to have more children? Not for a second. I count each and every one of my blessings that I’m able to carry, deliver and raise another little Fit Baby. But in the spirit of honesty, I’ve spend far more time lying in bed or on the bathroom floor these past 5 weeks than I thought was possible. I hate that I’m missing out on quality time with Fit Boy (which, as a working mom is so precious to me) and I hate that my routine has been shaken up to the point where I wake up with one simple goal every morning: Survive the day.

I know this is just a temporary feeling and that at some point I will feel better, the question is, what do I do in the meantime? I wish I was out there pounding the pavement, swimming my laps, biking through the trails but the God’s honest truth of the matter is that I haven’t done any of those things for weeks now and it’s starting to wear me down.

Well no more.

This coming week, my goals are different. I still hope to survive each day but I plan on doing more than just surviving. I plan on taking control back! Don’t worry, I’m not planning or expecting to head out the door and drop a 10k run like I invented it. My plan is far more simplistic than that. I plan to walk. Simply to walk. Up to this point, I haven’t been able to do thatmuch so I know that starting small is the best thing for me right now. I know I’m not going to experience the high that comes with a high intensity workout but at this point, I just want to move.

Even it if means carrying a bucket with me.

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Stephanie is a Canadian Mom of 3, Runner, Certified Functional Strength Coach (CFSC), Christ-follower and all around reeker of awesomeness. When she's not chasing after her kids, you can find her dreaming big dreams and bringing them to life.

14 Responses to Drawing the short end of the Pregnancy Stick

  1. It is a great plan! I’m sorry you feel crappy – such a drag for sure.
    Wanna join me on 20 minutes of ANYTHING every day? Walking and mat work totally counts.
    Sweat is NOT required :)

  2. Oh, Girl!
    I wish could say something besides everything you just said yourself. You are awesome! I are really cool person and friend and just see you in my mind in the pool in Austine showing off your biceps. Let’s just dream that everything is awesome. Good luck

  3. Oh honey, I so feel your pain. I love being a mommy. I love having a newborn. But pregnancy just did not agree with me.

    It will get better. Should I send you some soda crackers and ginger ale?

  4. Wishing you the best! I remember those ‘sick all the time’ days – hope they pass quickly so you can get back to doing what you love! Until then, one day – and one step – at a time!!!

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