This week marks 24 weeks, or if I want it to seem like more time, 6 months. For some reason mentally months seems like more than weeks to me. Even though pregnancy is really 10 months, not 9! Anyhow, like most events with a big lead up, I go between wanting the big day to be here, and telling myself to slow down and enjoy the journey. In my mind 6 months seems like a milestone. Far enough in to finally call it a good ways in…
Running still continues. If you were to ask me about it at 5am, I would tell you running feels great. The summer heat is officially over, and even though I may be a little sleepy, I can still keep pace. Now, ask me about running at 5pm, and it’s a different story. I ran a couple miles last night after work, and it was soooo hard. Leg cramps, no energy, the works. Anytime I have a bad run I wonder, “Is this it, am I looking at quitting?” Luckily this morning was a major rebound. I have accepted that Spec’s massive growth just wipes me out by the evening. I am lucky to make it to yoga or my Pancake walks…I really want to take a nap. So I admit it…Spec makes me tired…..and huge. I cannot believe how much he grows in just a week. And, yes massive Spec growth translates into massive growth for me.
Spec is also a night owl. I am not. I am a morning person. I feel him stir a little in the morning, but running seems to lull him to sleep. Around dinner time though, he’s wild, keeps it up after I get into bed..it doesn’t bother me and I am able to fall asleep, but I hope he decides to switch to mornings by the time he is born!