We had a wedding in Voorhees, NJ -- a little outside Philly, a little outside Atlantic City. If you can imagine what a wedding a little outside south Philly and a little outside Atlantic City would be like - it was exactly that. The place was just about the cheesiest place I have been to -- REALLY cheesy. But the wedding was fun and the bride (my long time friend) very happy. It was the first time I met her husband, and he seemed really really nice. And really really normal. Which, if you knew the bride, my long time friend, you would be surprised as Derek and I were. I am on antibiotics right now, which have really knocked me out, so by the time we got home last night (it is about a 1 1/2 hour drive with no traffic), I was knocked out. And I had to cancel my plans tonight because I am trying to listen to my body and I just am so exhausted.
We also had a wedding reception last week to go to. Whole other story. Maybe the first party I have been to since college that I knew as soon as I walked in that hard drugs would be done by some. And the crowd was split b/t those that would be doing the hard drugs and those that clearly would not -- me, Derek, our friends Mike & Lauren, and two gay couples. If anyone needed to decipher which group was which, my belly was a clear indication. It was the first time we met that groom as well. He was nice enough, although I didn't talk to him that much. There's more to the story of that wedding. Bride is not pregnant, but there is a specific reason in addition to love that the marriage occurred. I won't say more publicly.
Speaking of pregnancy, it is not what I pictured. I always thought I would just keep on working out (although with less intensity). My day to day life would not change that much, at least during these nine months. I'd feel generally fine. HA. I threw up every day through week 17. Some days there after. Once the constant nausea left me, I've had migraines and what was thought to be a UTI (only my second one ever). A bad one. So I am on antibiotics that are making me exhausted. But the doctor called today and she said that while she does think I have a minor UTI, the discomfort is more likely the placement of the baby. If I walk AT ALL -- take 2 steps -- I have to pee. If I am sitting down, it is fairly better. She wants me to do some massaging to try to get the baby to change positions. Because, literally, the past 10 days I have cried twice while walking to the subway just b/c I can't take it anymore (the feeling of having to pee while walking) and I don't cry easily from physical pain or discomfort. Actually, the only time I cried from physical pain was when I tore every muscle in my left hip flexor and hamstring -- and even then I am not quite so sure it was from physical pain. So the thought of the long/moderate walks that would replace my runs? Ha. The thought of getting through a 60 or 90 minute yoga class? Ha. The thought of doing my body sculpting classes, with no or very light weights. Ha. I was giving myself too much credit before, and pregnancy too little credit. Trust me, I know it is worth it in the end. I realize that. But I am missing one of the things I really really enjoy -- short, intense workouts. I can't even do short bursts of activity with absolutely no intensity. Please, please, please baby....move just a little to give my bladder some room.
(Some might wonder if I am still walking Butter and Deuce. Of course. Long walks and then trips to the dog park on the weekend. And help lift Butter up the stairs. It is not their fault that I feel this way....and I won't make them sufffer for it.)
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