Fitness at 38 weeks
Heeeeeeey-o! I made it! 38 weeks! I can’t believe it. I mean, I can, but I can’t. 26 weeks ago, I thought I had lost baby forever and here I am, just waiting for the big day.
One thing I can say is that I’m not overly anxious. I’ve always gone in the 39th week, so I’m pretty convinced that it won’t happen for another week at least. I’m enjoying what short amount of time I have left by doing what I always do.
My fitness hasn’t changed too much. I’m really proud of this fact. I’ve talked about it a lot and not just to toot my own horn, but to give other pregnant women hope. That even in the face of adversity, given it’s safe, you can still do what you love.
I love exercise. I love to sweat. I love to be active. And I love most of all that I’m 38 weeks and still going at it. I still teach RPM 3 days a week and just yesterday I did 5 out of the 7 tracks. I have to sit out of sprints because all I do is kick my belly with my knees. But no way was I going to sit out of doing jumps to Mötley Crüe. Kickstart My Heart, people. Priorities.
Today I was at Body Pump and a girl new to the class, but in decent shape, asked if it was OK if she followed my lead on how much weight I use for each track because she figured that since I’m pregnant I’m going a little easier. I told her no problem what so ever, but my instructor, who overheard, said to the new girl, “She may be really pregnant, but I don’t think she knows what ‘going easy’ means.”
After class the new girl said to me, “That’s impressive! Thanks for pushing me.”
And that’s what I love. I love it that I can still motivate and push others to be the best they can be. I also love it when I can push myself based on what others do. During RPM, the members push me. I consider them friends and even family and I love that we work hard together. It’s an awesome cycle.
I don’t see being pregnant as a disability. I know my body. I know my body so well that I knew I was pregnant before I even missed a period. Before I even took a test. I just knew. And that’s saying something since it wasn’t a planned pregnancy.
I know my body.
So for me, fitness at 38 weeks is what it is. I may not be able to do push ups on my toes anymore because of the giant weight in my middle, my upright rows may be a little awkward and I look like a turtle on my back (on a bench that’s inclined) showing how to do core work, but I do what I can. I still go. I still do. I still sweat. And I feel great.
Jokingly someone told me that she imagines I’ll be back to fighting shape 3 hours after I give birth. I, equally joking, said, “Well as soon as my epidural wears off, I’m solid.”
I’m excited to get back into shape, safely. I’m excited to continue on my journey of fitness. I’m glad that my kids are into it now. I’m so glad I get to lead by example. I can’t wait until I get my new treadmill on Sunday so I can successfully train for the Rock ‘n Roll half marathon and hopefully set a new PR without having to get babysitters just to go for a run.
Most of all, I can’t wait to show myself what I can do. Because if I can do all that I’m doing now with a bowling ball – albeit a cute bowling ball – in my belly, I can surely up the bar and impress myself.
One thing I’ve learned in my 28 years is that I can only live up to my own expectations. No one else’s. So what if mine are a little high? It just means I have to push myself and not give up. I don’t set myself up to fail, but I don’t make it easy either. I want to be healthy and I want to be there for my kids as long as I can. I want to grow old with Matt and be able to live in my own home for as long as possible. I want to be running marathons into my sixties. I want to be able to travel and enjoy everything life has to offer me, and I want to do it in the most healthy way possible, while eating cake. And pie.
Oh, and cherry turnovers, too.
I want to live the best possible life I can live and this is how I do it.
So for those out there pregnant, do what feels right. For those who are looking to improve their fitness, what are you waiting for? Working out gives me the most incredible high, gives me amazing amounts of energy and decreases the amount of guilt I feel when I don’t always eat right. It’s good for the mind and the body and the self confidence. Because we all know what we look like naked. Why not make it a little more appealing?
Just get fit and get happy.
I’ll see you at the gym.