Sports (rainy) Day

(see photos here) 

Well, off we went to the Hackney Marshes for the Artists’ Sports Day. After the hot weather of the previous few days, I had been a bit anxious about getting too hot and had packed lots of water and suncream but, as Edward and I made our way along the canal, we realised it was a good job we had brought the brolley as well!

The event went really well, not as many people as I had imagined, but it was quite a hard spot to get to and people are definitely put off by a bit of cloud. Those who were there were very enthusiastic, and Ellie and I got lots of people signed up for our Sports Day Artists’ Dance-Off. Due to some overlapping of events, our Dance-Off was split into a few sections, which was good in some ways, because we got to see what else was going on. I don’t think standing outside in the cold, but dressed like it’s hot, is good for a 35-and-a-bit weeks pregnant lady, and I caused some alarm with my blue lips, thankfully someone had the foresight to bring a kettle and tea bags, which sort of did the trick.

As the afternoon went on, we enjoyed an ‘odd egg’ and spoon race, a stilletto sprint, a butoh 400m and some gymnastics with a difference. Unfortunately, before we held our final rounds of the Dance-Off, it started pouring down, so we had the final competitors dance under umbrellas! All in all, it was a lot of fun, but I did feel well and truly knackered by the time I got home, and I think it didn’t help that I had walked miles to get there in the first place! A nice hot bath was very welcome on my arrival home, thank you Edward.

On Sunday, I found some more energy to go for a swim! It wasn’t too busy, and I managed 30 lengths – I wasn’t pushing myself because things were aching, and I think my body is now well and truly being taken over by relaxin, so I need to take care not to injure myself. Regarding the pregnancy, I now only have four weeks to go but, realistically, that could mean two weeks or maybe even six weeks. I have been continuing with the gym ball kneeling and all-fours stretches and it’s paid off – when I saw my midwife this week, she said that Eric has turned into the optimal position! I’ve just got to keep him happy there now, so no slouching and lots of kneeling. Good lad.


A ball by any other name

Until about 33 weeks ago, this was known to me as a ‘swiss ball’ and was used to flatten my (sort of) rippling abs.

Swiss Ball

I would use this after my runs to work deep into my core and for various other exercises such as press-ups and squats. Of course, I have had to put a stop to these exercises during pregnancy and the ball has been gathering dust on top of the wardrobe.

Until now…meet my ‘birthing ball’!

Many women probably only encounter one of these when they go into labour, but for me it’s a whole new role to adapt to, a world of relaxation over exertion, where deep breathing aids in letting go instead of holding on tight. Aparently these balls are really useful for bouncing up and down on when you are in labour and are great for easing tension in your back when the contractions kick in.

Yesterday my midwife came round for a visit and she felt my stomach to see how the little fella is lying. He is head-down, which is great, but his back is against my back, which is not so great. It seems this is becoming more and more common as we slouch in front of the telly and generally find ourselves getting down and comfy on big soft sofas. What I need to do is get on all fours to encourage Eric into the optimum position, so last night I draped myself over the ball, with cushions under my knees whilst watching the repeat of The Apprentice (what a bunch of arrogant muppets they are).

Come on Eric, you know you want to.