Today is the first day of my second trimester. I am 13 weeks pregnant. I think the reason it has flown by for me is because of what I was expecting. You would think that I would know better than to anticipate anything since my first 2 pregnancies were so different. With Ella, I didn't ever feel pregnant. Not a lick of nausea, don't remember being tired.... With Sadie I can remember punching in the code on the door of the bathroom as fast as I could to avoid puking on a patient. I never did throw up, but spent 3 months feeling like I was about to.
Now, emotional symptoms are another story. I have become a bitch on wheels. Everything annoys me! But...then I get extreme guilt about how annoyed I get. Prime example, "Mama?" "yes?" "mama?" "yes?" "mama?" "WHAT?!?!" Why does she have to say it 3 GD times when I have already said "yes?". Then I look at my sweet baby girl who just had an innocent, curious question and I nearly (sometimes really) break down in tears. Endorphins help a small amount.
I could definitely be doing more, but I am proud to say that I am still running. I go out for 45-60 minutes and run for 1/4-1/2 mile and then alternate walking. I feel like it is a good compromise for getting my heart rate up high, but not for too long. I also squeeze in some lunges and feel good afterwards. When I get to the gym 1-2 days per week I do cardio and a few weights.
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