I had a bit of a rough day this past Saturday. I realized that I was almost 33 weeks pregnant and I just can’t keep up with my old self. I have been feeling extremely fatigued lately. I got my blood results back a couple weeks ago and my iron levels are normal, so I can’t even blame it on that. I have to go with the fact that I’m late in my pregnancy, sleeping sub-par, have 25-ish extra pounds on my frame and those factors just make me so darn tired!
I was in birth class last week and the teacher was talking about how labor is similar to doing something really physically exhausting — like running a marathon. She said that it’s physically and mentally tiring, but once it’s over, it’s the most amazing thing ever! I was thinking about that and I have run 4 marathons, but I have to REALLY think hard about myself ever doing that since it’s been so long since it’s happened (May 2010). It actually made me a little sad because that was such a huge part of my life at one point and now I can’t even picture myself doing it. I have gained so much in my life, but I feel like I lost a little part of me too. During the class I told David that I have to run another marathon to prove to myself that I can still do it.
Fast forward a couple of days and I was on the treadmill (wishing I was running) waddling through 3 semi-hard miles. When I got off the treadmill, I had big plans for the day. I needed to work on some business stuff and some other internet stuff and then I needed to run some errands and one of David’s friends was going to come over to watch the Bronco’s game. I found myself at home after the gym weepy because I had used all my energy already and ready to fall on the ground and take a nap! I ended up getting more done than I thought I was going to, but that was under the influence of a chai tea.
I used to push myself to do whatever needed to get done in the day plus some and I’ve realized at this stage in the game, that is no longer possible. I don’t have an endless supply of energy these days, so I have to pick and choose my battles each day of what gets done. I’m kind of excited for my nesting hormones to kick in and give me some energy to get some house projects finished.
Pregnant ladies or moms: Have you ever been down on yourself during pregnancy?
I feel like it’s a semi-normal emotion to have, but it’s a little frustrating (the most frustrating thing, however, is pregnancy brain!)
Good news I was over the pity-party by that night.