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37 Weeks

I don’t have to tell any mama's that been 37 weeks but this has stopped being fun.  It was like a switch changed at 36 weeks.  Both feet started to swell, my hands are tingly, the belly needs support at night and I am just generally uncomfortable. Oh and did I mention I am sure my daughter is a future Olympic gymnast? She is already practicing in my stomach.  I would say this had been an easy pregnancy up until 36 weeks.  I had no complaints and was able to adjust most things I did to accommodate my growing bump.  In the last two weeks, I have really struggled.  I have only made it to the gym 3 times.  Up until then, I was consistently going 4 times a week.  My energy has also been really low, despite being very consistent with my food.  Last night, I had to go home and take 2 hour nap just so I could finish the even of feeding myself, the pets and showering.  That's becoming my new normal.  In the last week, I have also taken Epsom salt baths, iced my feet and been strict paleo.  All in an effort to reduce my swelling.  Swelling for no other reason than I am growing a little human.  I am used to Epsom salt baths and ice....after I train for 3-4 hours and am beat up, not just for keeping my self moving throughout the day.  Pregnancy is quite the experience.


But I got my nap and a full nights rest last night, so I will attempt this gym thing again today.  I probably won't lift, need to do something that I actually enjoy, so I will probably hit the bag.  Nothing against lifting, but I only do it so I stay in shape.  Fitness should be fun and to me, picking things up and putting them down isn't fun.  Hitting things, that's fun.   
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