Seems like everything in this pregnancy is exaggerated. Everything is bigger, sweatier, more emotional, and more exhausting. I’m still waiting for my 2nd trimester where I’m not tired anymore! Shouldn’t it be here by now?
I guess some other signs I’m in my second trimester have surfaced, like I’ve been slowly cleaning and organizing every bit of our house. Nesting, they call it.
Perhaps the reason I’m still tired well into the 2nd trimester is because I’m so huge that just carrying myself around all day leaves me worn out by 7pm. Lately even walking up the stairs too fast can cause me to want to throw up from over exertion.
If that little amount of effort can effect me, it means that most things I love to do at the gym are now off limits. Lifting weights, my favorite yoga class which leaves me feeling like I’ve been wrung out like a wet rag, or the elliptical (45 minutes of sweat and TV watching combined – a multi-tasker’s dream).
So, I’ve started a weekly morning water workout class at my gym. I’m the youngest person there by at least 25 years, but I’m panting away like the rest of them. Every time I go to this class I think, I can’t wait to be old so I can take this class without looking like a freak! It’s just one of the many reasons why my husband always says I would make an excellent old person. Water workouts, my want for a huge Cadillac and my closet obsession with country music will all fit together nicely at that point.Pin It