Remember how last Friday, I was talking about how there was no way I was going to stop working out, even if it meant I had to deal with labor before my surgery?
Ah, how fate intervenes and laughs at us sometimes. Week 37 came in and kicked my cocky derriere with sheer exhaustion. Suddenly, my normal day-to-day activity of walking around at work and daily chores at home seem like workout enough. Everything gets me out of breath, including grocery shopping. Every day, I’ve had plans to make it to the pool, and when the time comes to actually go, I have absolutely no motivation, and just want to take a nap.
There is part of me that feels guilty, but another part of me that says, “screw it”. I’m thinking missing a few workouts really won’t make a difference when I’m fighting my way back from 6 weeks of exercise restriction after I’m cleared.
So take that.
P.S. 37 week appointment today, and I’m measuring 37 centimeters, which is right on track (still 4 cm smaller than with Little Miss at this point). Could I truly be growing an average sized spawn with our families’ above average gene pool?!