Well, it's been awhile. I often think of things I could write about here, but rarely take the time to actually do it. Translated: by the time I get to the computer, my brain is so done with thinking throughout the day that all I can muster is reading Facebook and the odd blog or new story. Writing more than 140 characters feel like an insurmountable challenge.
Of course, a progressing pregnancy has added to the challenge. A pregnancy that is getting close to the done, of which my body has started reminding me through Braxton Hicks. Yup. The end is near.
It has been a good pregnancy. I have felt good. I have actually enjoyed it. There are certain changes that come along with the territory that I have quite appreciated. Healthier and (slightly) thicker hair. Clear skin. (I still deal with acne, and the break from it is fantastic). Stronger nails. "Girls" that don't show their age and use like they do when I'm not pregnant. Even the belly has been fun. Hey, this is the only time in life when an expanding waist is a great thing!
Of course, there are the cons - training is harder (heck, doing everything is harder), the first trimester nausea, the last trimester digestive frustrations. I must say that they have been minimal though.
I love that I've been able to stay active. I was pregnant for the majority of triathlon season and raced all the way through. I have run three half marathons - at three, four and eight months pregnant. I may be slow, but I'm still enjoying every run. At 37 weeks.
It's been good. Since this is very likely my last pregnancy (I have said that twice before, so who knows), I am trying to cherish every moment. Part of me doesn't want it to end. Part of me can't wait. It will be another change in life. Another bit of craziness to add to our already insane household. But it will be good.
No. It will be great.
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