A change has come…

My last few attempts at running have been pretty challenging. I’m about 31.5 weeks and my belly is growing super speed at this point. I am thankful for this because it means my little guy is packing on the chub so that he can survive out here and look irresistibly cute while doing it! Mostly, my workouts are impacted by fatigue and the little guy squirming his way around onto my bladder I could complain at this point. I could feel like I will never be able to run again. But, the reality is that having this little boy inside of me, has changed my life. And, I want to share that with you!

There is a part of me that can’t wait to slip into a pair of skinny jeans again. There is a bit of the girl inside that still wants to train and train to be a 3:00 marathoner. But, most of that girl has been replaced by a mom. It is cliche to think that the moment you get pregnant you change into a mother. For me, I think it started about a month ago. I could feel my little boy getting stronger each day. I began to bond with him, which really consisted of me poking what I believe to be his feet, telling him to kick me harder. I know…I’m strange! Something started happening inside of me. The perfectionist, want to be awesome, crazy about how I appear to others, just started to disappear. And, my little boy and husband, became the most precious gifts I have ever been given.

So, yeah my last two workouts bit the dust, but the reality is that I have so much more to be thankful for right now. I love how this pregnancy has changed me. And, honestly, both physically and emotionally. I feel like there is so much more love inside of me. There is so much more appreciation for the little things. Pregnancy can get tough at this point. You can wish for it to be over. Or, you can realize that at no other point in your life will you ever be carrying this same child in your womb. Honestly, his little bum pressing on my diaphragm is worth a stinky workout! I am teary eyed thinking we just have 8.5 weeks together in this way. But, I know that if I feel this way now, I can only imagine how amazingly awesome the next 18 years of his precious little life will be!

Maybe that crazy girl will come back after my baby is born, but, I’m not really counting on it…