Cassie: 3, Baby: 10

I love being pregnant. Despite the fact that I complain about it from time to time, I love it. The part I love the most about it is the fact that it’s just up to my body to take care of the baby. I don’t have to wake up to feed it, change it or clothe it. I just live my life as normally as possible and hope to have a healthy baby on the flipside.

The third trimester comes with so many obstacles that it’s almost hard to even write them all out. Regardless of how big or small people may view me as, I feel huge and my growing belly gets in the way of a lot of things I like to do. Sleeping, for example, isn’t the same. I often have dreams of me sleeping on my back…that is, when I do dream. Lately my sleep has been pretty empty, and I’m sure I can blame it on me over doing it this past holiday season.

Another is breathing. I’m a pretty big fan of that, too. I can breathe OK, but heaven forbid I get the tiniest bit bloated or overfull. Well damn, then, my night is ruined. There are only so many good stretches in the world that I can attempt, but let me tell you this: I’ve tried them all. So goes life.

The worst part is the gym. I love the gym, as we all know, and not going puts a crimp in my day. I feel, well, lazy and extra large. So I still drag my butt and the kids there at least four days a week. But, the gym for me has changed.

What Cassie can’t do anymore:

1. Run.

2. Use the recumbent bike.

3. Anything that requires me to bend.

4. Anything that requires me to lay flat on my back, or be that close to the ground, for that matter. Screw struggling to get up. That makes me look lame.

I love to run, I love to use the recumbent bike, I love to use the “BODY MASTER” to work my back and abs. Alas, I can’t. I dragged my feet about it for the longest time, but here I am.

Running, well that makes sense. I stopped doing that around 7 months because I’d go a mile and have to pee. And personally, I don’t enjoy peeing myself, but by God, that’s what would happen if I continued on.

The recumbent bike, however, was recent. I feel really bad about this one, mainly because I kept on using it even though I probably shouldn’t have. What I mean is, when I’d make a full circle with the pedals, baby would get kneed in the butt, back, head, whatever. Not hard, but enough that I could feel my belly shake. Apparently, that pisses baby off. Duly noted.

BUT! Being somewhat resilient, I figured out a way to keep on using cardio machines without harming myself, the baby, or my ego.

What Cassie can do at the gym:

1. The arc trainer.

2. Power walking on the treadmill. (Hey! I can even change the elevation on that thing!)

3. The elliptical.

Now. I hate the elliptical. But if it’s the closest thing I have to running, I’ll take it. Plus it’s much better for my joints. I don’t want to be brittle at 40. I’ve already broken a hip, I don’t need to add anything else to the list.

The arc trainer is my best friend these days. It uses virtually NO impact whatsoever and my knees and lower back thank it for that. So does my butt. Because I really didn’t want to see that expand.

Walking, meh, it’s alright. I can do it and I can work it out. I can get my arms pumping like a 60 year old, sweat band wearing, hand weight carrying lady. (By the way, those ladies totally rock.) I can do it. But I get SO. DAMN. BORED. with it. I mean, really? Walking! Yay! Up a hill! Arms pumping! Heel to toe motions! Back hurting….hips separating…knees getting sore…

Impact exercising while 8 months pregnant just isn’t fun.

So while I may have figured out how to modify my cardio experience at the gym, baby still wins. You just can’t fight the Braxton-Hicks contractions that sometimes come with it at the end of a long day.

By the way, I totally hate both Braxton and Hicks for these contractions. Not once did I ever have them with Claire or Luca, but noooooooo, I have to go and be super woman and do everything in one hour, let alone one day, and not take breaks and stand around and bend and stretch and all around hate myself until 8:30 rolls around and I’m laying on the couch, pathetic. Because heaven forbid I move a muscle. If I do, bam! They strike. Not fair.

I did mention before that I have a hearing disability and/or learning disability, right? I’m told to take it easy and it goes in one ear and out the other? Psh, I’m only human.

In conclusion, I have something like 39 days left until my due date. Not that I’m counting. But I’m both excited to find out what this little baby is. And I’m excited for Claire. And I’m excited for Matt. And mostly, I’m excited to use my Christmas gift to myself: Shrinkx Hips!

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About Cassie

Two sisters from two misters. What could be more fun?

Posted on January 3, 2011, in Cassie and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. You seriously need to be a pregnancy coach. I am not even kidding.

  2. I’m so impressed with your continued exercise regimen. To make the walks less boring I always bring the dogs… and Mark. Having someone to talk to and dogs to watch always makes it go by so fast. Of course it helps that there is no such thing as snow on the ground in the deep south.

    Only 39 more days! I can’t believe it!

  3. What happens if you bend? Does the baby come out like you’re a Play Doh Fun Factory?

  4. Ha! I didn’t know what an arc trainer was, so I googled a picture. That’s the bitch that kicked my ass for 20 minutes at the gym this morning! I thought it was just some version of a step thingy (official name). Yeah, that’ll make the butt and hamstrings burn.

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