Okay, so it wasn’t always fun… but I did survive Bay to Breakers and am very proud of myself. We walked pretty slowly, and my husband had to carry a chair for me to sit down on every once in a while (pregnancy tends to make the blood pool in the feet), but I made it. Not just to the end, but back another 1.5 miles to the shuttle bus that took us back to the start. That may have been the best part of the day — whizzing back to the start knowing I’d put all 12K behind me, knowing that I’d soon get to put my feet up for a good long time.
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Eating has NOT been going well, but I am going through a very weird stage right now. The growing baby is squishing my stomach and even eating a little bit makes me feel pretty darned terrible. Today I chewed down an entire roll of Rolaids — which really helped quite a bit, thankfully. So I feel yucky and gassy and acidy even if I only eat a little — and on some days I’ve been eating quite a bit.
I’ve been trying to console myself in the idea that I don’t have much longer to go with this pregnancy and then I can start to be myself (and just myself) again. But I’m also trying to take it easy and be as comfortable as possible, because goodness knows when this ordeal will really be over. I guess worst case scenario is something like 8 weeks, since my doctor is sure to induce if I go overdue by two weeks. But 8 weeks of misery is NO FUN. Ok, I’m going to stop dwelling on it now. Hope to check back into this blog as a real weight-loss blog in not too much longer.