June 9, 2014 by Amy B
I reached the 16 week mark on Sunday, and hot damn, I feel like a new woman.
I suppose that the week of June 2-8 might technically be the fifteenth week, but in any case, I got out three times for nine miles. Woohoo.
This morning I limited myself to a two-miler. It’s not like I’m racking up serious mileage, but it’s more than I’m used to lately. First mile: 10:33 and second: 9:50. That was kind of a killer.
I had no idea what my pace was and purposely didn’t stare at the garmin. The terrain is relatively flat with only slight inclines throughout, so it’s not like it’s a killer course, but running “fast” felt good. I am very aware of my changed gait, though. Everything feels clunky and slightly unnatural. I just keep telling myself that the longer I can keep this up, the easier it will be to get back into the routine after the baby is born.
Also, I just really like running. I must to drag my ass out at 6AM in spandex when I could be in bed.
I have been occasionally mentioning the baby to Sophie. I don’t remember if she was completely in tune with what was going on when Aaron was born. She was barely three years old. She enjoyed visiting me at the hospital and seeing the baby, and OMG she does love babies; there is a baby at daycare who gets plenty of her attention. But when I mention it to her, she seems to kind of blow it off like it’s no big deal.
Today she made a comment about someone having a baby in their tummy (not sure where she heard this) and I told her that I had one in mine, too. “Really, Mom?” she asked, followed by “That’s weird, Mom. Does the baby eat the food?” I then told her the baby was technically below my tummy, which made her pause for a moment.
“Mom, I should tell Dad that you have a baby in your tummy.”
“Yes, honey, but I’m pretty sure he already knows that.”
Meanwhile, Aaron did his strange made up sign language requesting another cookie.
Which is fine. I was perfectly happy to not have to field the question of how the baby got there. I’m sure that’s coming, and soon.