Hello there 3rd trimester. I’m still uncertain of my relationship with the 3rd trimester. So far the transition from the 2nd to the 3rd has brought back a lot of 1st trimester symptoms. Afternoon exhaustion is back. I could nap every day after lunch and sleep until dinner time. I wish this was an option! I’m constantly hungry. First trimester cravings are also coming back. Salty carbs are screaming my name. Just when I thought I had my french fry craving under control, it started calling my name again. Hormones are also bringing out some not so glamorous pregnant moments. Unlike my 1st or 2nd trimester, now I can easily find myself in tears for reasons that do not normally make me cry. I’m hoping this is just a surge of hormones that will balance out of the next 3 months.
I had a doctor’s appointment this morning and got a A+ for my pregnancy. Heart beat was strong. I’m measuring perfectly. Weight gain isn’t a concern. She showed us where Chet’s head and booty was located. His head is nicely tucked under my right rib cage with his booty in my left hip. We still have a couple of weeks to go before he needs to be head down. Right now he is taking full advantage of his free space. His arm and legs are constantly moving. I also had the pleasure of receive my rhogram shot in the butt this morning. Who said have O negative blood was great! Although I forgot to ask, I’m assuming my glucose test was fine. They didn’t mention the results from my last appointment. No news is good news, right?
On a more depressing note, I think my love affair with running is slowly coming to an end. My attempt at a run yesterday hurt. My legs were cramping. My stomach started cramping. Everything hurt. I took the not so subtle cue from my body, and I walked 2 miles instead of running. At no point in my walk did my body crave running. While I don’t think I have to say goodbye to running just yet, I do think each day will be different. If running is uncomfortable in any way, I’ll be enjoying the fresh air while I walk. (thank you Lauren for the reality check!)
Not only is running slowly working its way out of my routine, my weekly visits to the yoga studio are also coming to an end. I’ll be transitioning to home practice from now until Chet’s arrival date. October, November and December are Christian’s busy months at work. There is no way for him to get home by 5:30 on Thursdays in order for me to attended my 6pm yoga class.
Cue pregnant tears
I’m not sure which one makes me more sad? Less Running or fewer visits to the yoga studio? I’ll still be practicing at home, but there is something wonderful about being in a yoga class. The energy of the studio, the people, and the class make me happy. There is also something beautiful in a run. I’ll find another source for this happiness. Although this is a hard transition for me (with no help from the extra hormones), I know it means I’m one step closer to bring home baby! This new journey of less running and at-home yoga will allow me to add a new layer to the things that I love.
One day at a time….Inhaling. Exhaling. Relaxing. Allowing each day to come to me. Embracing what each day offers. Welcome to my third trimester.