Call me Cleopatra

The hard part of clinging to denial is that eventually people point out reality to you. In my mind, I still have weeks to go until I'm having a baby. Turns out I'm due next week...that sounds soon, right? Don't worry, I talked myself down again with the idea of going over my due date. It is fun to say "Next week" when people ask "When are you due?" so I am getting some enjoyment out of this, even though I'm more than a little concerned about the looming pain ahead.

I haven't given up on running yet, but I'm not going far or fast right now. My main modification at this point is limiting my outdoor miles because my knees complain later if I run too far or too often outside right now. I'm really grateful I have the treadmill so I can run with less impact, but I'm looking forward to getting back outside without this excess weight.

Who knew excessive cupcakes could make running harder??

Since the psycho dog still needs exercise, I'm not doing my whole workout on the treadmill and I'm splitting runs like I used to when I was running higher mileage. I think it makes it easier on me in general now to split up my run, even though ideally I'd like to just get it done in one shot. I'm trying to remind myself to be grateful of pushing the single stroller now because it won't be that long before I'm out there pushing the boat sized double stroller. At least I can look down and admire the new baby's many adorable fleece clothing options, that should take some of the sting out of it.

You know you wanted baby shower pictures.

After I got my workout in for the day, it was Faith's turn. "Wiggle Giggle Time" at the library is basically Zumba for toddlers, or so I assume since in my mind Zumba is just a bunch of people doing jerky dance movements and calling it a workout.

Evidence:



I know the camera angle is a little funky, but I was trying my best to only have Faith in the shot. The librarians got shafted in that deal, but they aren't minors and I don't feel as bad about getting them on video. Yes, Faith is pretty fixated on the idea that she is "special" and loves to talk about it. It's ok though, she's only 2. It only becomes sad when grown ass people still think they are special snowflakes.

I hope I can retain some of my "Oh crap, I'm due next week!" panic and actually be productive when Faith is at school tomorrow, but that doesn't sound like me. I'm pretty sure I can cling to enough denial to be completely worthless. My main goal tomorrow is trying to get to Subway before 9am for the buy one 6 inch, get one free deal. I was 3 minutes too late last week and it was heartbreaking. Yes, this really is the kind of thing I worry about.


Gun to your head, which would rather do: Zumba or Step aerobics? The Zumba I tried didn't even make me sweat, so I'd probably pick the Step class, even though I spend most of the class trying to catch up because I'm two moves behind.