Pregnancy is not an illness
So, I am not superwoman by any means, but I find it wonderful that I have only about 3 weeks to go and I am feeling so capable.
My last pregnancy was miserable. I believed everything I heard about what pregnant women could do. I bought into the sterotypical idea that to be pregnant was to be incapable of touching your toes or lifting more than 5 lbs. I followed the Army profile and didn't lay on my back or do any ab exersizes. The result? I was fat (60+ lbs) from going from two workouts a day to not exercising anymore. I couldn't touch my toes. I needed an enormous mound of pillows to support my aching body at night. I had carpal tunnel in my wrists because of the swelling in my hands and feet. I couldn't even wear normal shoes the last 2 weeks. I struggled with labor and struggled as I recovered. I wore maternity clothes for weeks after my son was born.
This time....As of now. ..I still teach several Yoga classes and I can still smoke a room full of college guys on situps/abs. I can do handstands and headstands. I can do cartwheels and backbends. I can do the splits. I can carry 2-30 lb children through Wal-mart, one on each hip while pushing a cart full of food. I can lay 5 pallets of sod in one afternoon and not be sore the next day.(that was last Saturday!) I can wrestle with my son and touch my toes. I am still wearing my wedding ring because my hands have not swollen. I dont' need a bazzilion pillows to be comfortable. I don't waddle.(at least I hope not) I don't dread labor (much) I don't fear that it will take 2 years to get back into shape again....
I am not broken. I am just pregnant. Realizing that I have to adjust some aspects of my life, I can still be me. Without the stigma of thinking I am less than I was, I can accomplish almost anything. Maybe that is why I am so content this time.
Even though I have had people comment on this to me before, I wrote it off to "I'm not THAT pregnant yet, it will hit any day now. Any day now, I will be disabled again." But here I am, almost finished and still able to function. And not just scrape by, either, but I can do almost as much as I can without being pregnant.
I wonder if this is a result of not having anyone to lean on. My husband is in Iraq. I can't stop because then nobody will be here to pick up the slack. I keep moving so I won't notice the loneliness. So I have essentially forced myself to live up to higher standards than others expected of me......