Y’all, the homestretch is almost upon us. In just one more week, the little girl will be considered “full term” and, most importantly, have a full medical blessing to make her appearance whenever she’s ready. Not that I’m counting.
No, I’m totally counting. I feel like I’ve hit that point where nothing is really ever comfortable. I feel like this is largely due to the fact that the child has developed her own gravitational field, so whenever I stand up she just feels heavy. I’m sure this is because she’s moving down just like she’s supposed to, but it is not comfortable. At all.
As a result, I wasn’t exactly motivated to do a whole lot of walking this week, although I did get out once. I also got my butt back to prenatal yoga for the first time in several weeks, since I was finally feeling up to it again.
Wednesday: Prenatal yoga
Friday: Walk 1.75 miles