Well, there are now only nine weeks to go until Eric is due to arrive…that’s single figures! I am still feeling great: as I was walking back from the pool this morning, I thought ‘I don’t feel pregnant at all, just feel like normal’. I do think it is down to keeping active and not letting myself lose mobility…and I am sure I will slow down considerably over the next few weeks.
Last night I was lying on the sofa watching the action taking place inside my tummy. First of all there were a few strong kicks, which would show up as a short, jumpy movement on my skin, then he must have been slowly stretching or turning because I could see waves across a larger area. It’s amazing imagining what’s going on in there, wondering what he’s doing, what he’s experiencing. After a while, I decided to get up, but used my stomach muscles instead of pushing with my arms. I was slightly freaked out because my tummy went onto a pointy shape, and I realised that my stomach muscles must have separated – arrghghghgg! I was hoping I’d got away with this, but it looked pretty clear. It’s common for this to happen, but it does mean I will need to take extra care after the birth to allow the muscles to go back into place.
So, I’ve done lots of swimming over the past few days, but haven’t been able to sit at my computer to update on here: we have been changing our rooms around and now the workroom is in place and a bit more like home. I didn’t manage a swim on Thursday because I was just way too tired, but went on Friday to the Park Road pool and did just 20 lengths due to the craziness of it all: I just wasn’t in the right frame of mind and people were a bit inconsiderate with their lane-use, I felt vulnerable. On Saturday we got up early and went to our local pool, where I did 40 lengths then ate a big breakfast to satisfy the now huge apetite that I’ve developed: I want to eat everything in sight!
Yesterday we went along to the local pool, but the queue was out of the door and it turned out that we had missed the lanes session and it was ‘splash and dash’ time 😦 So we got on the bus and headed over to Park Road. Once again I only did 20 lengths, but this does bring my Channel Swimming book up to a round figure (Edward swam 80 lengths yesterday to try and get a bit nearer to his target!!). As I climbed out of the pool, I looked down at my thighs and felt sad: all that strong muscle tone that I had seems to have gone, or is surrounded by a blanket of pregnancy fat. Well, I suppose I should be positive and think ahead: this time next year, I could be lining up for the London Marathon, all fit and strong again.
This morning, we were up and out early and I did a leisurely 40 lengths, enjoying how peaceful it was, and making the most of an empty lane. Ahhhh, bliss.