- 4 years ago
- Wedding: June 2012
I need to throw a little pity party, and I’m wondering if anyone would like to join me, either with their own pity parties or with some nice snacks and decorations to make my own pity party more festive.
I am 25 1/2 weeks pregnant now — just shy of six months, right on the brink of my third trimester. I have been enjoying the world’s easiest pregnancy — no sickness, no pain, no health problems whatsoever. It’s been a breeze.
And now, all of a sudden, things are starting to get a little bit rough and I’ve actually been so depressed the past week or so that DH was legitimately worried about me and actually wondered aloud if “maybe having this baby is a mistake.” (it’s not, don’t worry)
The problem is that I can’t run anymore. I mean, I can’t run AT ALL anymore. I had been jogging throughout my pregnancy, both outside and on a treadmill, with slowly decreasing speed and distance … but I was still doing it. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to keep running for the full nine months, but I sort of figured I’d be able to chug along until at least 7 1/2 months or so.
Nope. I had to pull the plug on it this week. It is simply too painful. For whatever reason, when I run now, I end up using muscles in the front of my groin that I am not supposed to be using. And it is painful not only during the run but for days afterwards. It hurts worst when I am lying down — I guess the muscles I’m straining are the same muscles you need when you roll over in bed and need to lift your legs to turn them. The pain is unbearable and debilitating — I would try to roll over in the night and would cry out and be awake for the next several hours. I had to stop.
So now all I can do is power walk. And since power walking is a much less time-effective way to burn calories, I have to walk a lot more. I’ve got wrist and ankle weights and I turn the treadmill’s incline way up and walk until I sweat through my clothes, but it doesn’t feel the same as running did. Running centered me. Running has been my thing for over ten years now. Running was one of the few things left that made me still feel like me.
And I can’t do it. And I won’t be able to do it for many, many months yet. And when it comes time to start again, I’ll probably be in absolute crap shape cardio-wise from not running for so long.
And I’m really sad about it.
So there’s my pity party. If anyone wants to join, please let it all out here. I actually feel better just putting words to it.