15 Weeks Today

Happy Birthday, Pregnancy! You are fifteen weeks old today. And you, Scout, have been in existence for about 13 weeks. You’re now about the size of an apple, and you can sense light. I wonder if you can sense my cat, Hideaway, sitting on you every night, purring her little heart out with joy because I’m going to have a kitten.

Fifteen weeks. That doesn’t really seem like such a long time. I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever. But it’s only been 105 days. Ah. One hundred and five. For some reason, that sounds longer than 15 weeks.

Here’s the smooth-bottomed girl showing an approximation of what Scout looks like this week:

As you can see, this picture is not very representational, as the mother’s butt is just at small and smooth as ever. I am, on the other hand, expanding on the cellulite collection I first started back when I hit puberty.

I would love to exercise more. I am doing my best. And if you know me at all, you know I’m no slacker when it comes to exercising. Here are my workouts for the last week:

- Monday: Walked two miles! Yay! Was going to do pregnancy yoga when I got home, but I was too exhausted.

- Tuesday: Walked one mile. After the first half-mile, I felt like I was going to pee all over myself. I made it the whole mile, then went home (about a five-minute drive) to pee. I wanted to go back and walk some more, but I was too exhausted.

- Wednesday: Went to the fitness center and walked on the treadmill. Went a whole mile and a half. Only had to stop once to pee mid-walk. I wanted to do some weight training afterward, but my legs were cramping pretty badly, plus I was exhausted.

- Thursday: Went to the track, ready to put in at least two miles. After a quarter-mile, I found myself in such pain from leg cramps that I could barely walk at all. I stopped numerous times to stretch my legs—they were hurting in my calves and in whatever muscle connects my back upper thigh with my butt, particularly in my left leg. I forced myself to hobble one more quarter-mile, but I was almost in tears by the time I finished. So I went a half-mile, total. I thought, “Maybe I can do some pregnancy yoga when I get home,” but the cramping continued throughout the night. Plus, I was exhausted.

This will not cut it. I get exhausted and out of breath walking up the ramp from the parking lot to get to work. Walking two miles, when I manage to do it, just about kills me. How am I supposed to stay in shape when I don’t even have the energy to exercise?

It’s very frustrating, not to mention depressing. When I can’t get my exercise in, the endorphins abandon me and I get depressed. So it’s been a tough week. I’m hoping Week 15 will be better.


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