Happy 22 weeks, Baby R!
You are now the size of a spaghetti squash.
Let’s see, what’s new this week? Baby R is still growing and squirming away in there. I love feeling her move and am constantly poking my stomach trying to get her to poke back.
I’m noticing that the more my bump grows, the more courteous people are becoming. I’m getting invitations to cut lines, takeover seats, and to carry items. It’s almost like pregnant women shouldn’t stand, have to wait, or carry things. Not that I’m complaining about the sudden emergence of good manners (and I’m totally guilty of using the “pregnancy card” once or twice in the last couple of weeks), but it doesn’t feel right when I’m still feeling so good. If only these people knew that I probably just went for a run that morning or that I’m not as fragile as I actually appear.
Though, it was fun to earn a few stares on the treadmill at the gym this week.
Yep, despite the fear of …umm… releasing gas while running, I decided it was time to switch to running on a treadmill versus sticking to my normal restroom-less loops outside. It was 100% worth it to have a restroom nearby for the desperately needed mid-run break. Sooo worth it. Plus, it was fun to get some funny looks from fellow gym rats. Apparently a pregnant woman on a treadmill is a sight to see.
The gym also has some yoga classes I’ve been taking advantage of. I’m still enjoying gentle yoga flows through pregnancy. It’s a great way to relax while also getting a nice stretch.
I know this blog is becoming a little pregnancy-centric lately, but this blog is my life and right now my life is pretty pregnancy driven. With that in mind, are there any topics anyone is interested in hearing about? I have a few posts in the works, but I’m interested to hear any requests that may be out there.