"But it's not easy and I am just not loving being pregnant. I hate that I'm gaining weight and I have no control. I love that I can feel her move and I totally love that our daughter will soon have a sister and we'll have two kids in the house. But that doesn't mean I have to love this process. I don't. I miss my body. I miss my long Saturday runs. I miss not having heartburn and I miss being skinny. I hate that I'm already getting in my own **** way and I'm only halfway there.
Pregnancy is rough, man. It's the marathon of bodily functions. "
Atomic, you are singing to the choir, but I love to hear it. THis is my first, we were trying, but I'm not happy to be pregnant. I am not enjoying it, and especially since I'm only 17 weeks (like javaangel) and just feel fat and frumpy. I haven't felt the baby, so it's just like putting on all the weight that I lost before I started running. People keep telling me "Oh, it's for such a good reason", but for someone that fought to lose weight, and to start running (I was getting a a pace I was so happy with, after 2 years of hard work, when I got pregnant), those words don't help, they just grate. I will be so happy to have kids, but I'm not happy to have to go through this.
Atomic, I know a year is a long time. I gave up "racing" until after the baby is here, so I'm missing my favorite season of the year, and the 25th running of the race I hate, but will run every year because I can. BUT....on the flip side, we will run again. We will keep running (or waddling, however it looks later on!) until we can't, because we're runners. We will start running as soon as we feel like our bodies can handle it, and we will still have running.
I miss the peacefulness of running. Even without the distended belly right now, my breathing feels different, my body feels different, and those really great, peaceful runs are rare these days. Yet, I run..walk....run....walk...run. Because it's mine. It will be mine in another 6 months, even though it will be trickier, but it will still be mine. Hubby doesn't run, so in our house, it's only mine.
SO...even though we're only at mile 13 or 14....we can do this. We can push through the wall....the gas...the heartburn (I never had this until now!)....the aches and pains....the funky clothes we have to wear (I've seen so many non-maternity clothes now that I would love to wear!)....we will cross the finish line, make it through our recovery periods, and live to run another day.
We can do this!