I often find the second week of any new habit to be hard. This second week has been that way for me. I walked Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Our co-op began its winter semester on Thursday and celebrated with sledding in the afternoon. Although I didn’t dare swoop down the icy hill with the rest of the moms, I think I got my exercise in by stomping my feet repeated to keep the blood moving! We also had to hike in a bit as the usual parking areas at the park are closed for the winter.
I haven’t done Pilates like I’d hoped. I have a new book from the library and will be reading over that this week. The walking DVD is so much easier to do!
My doctor’s appointment this week shows that I’ve gained about 10 pounds for this pregnancy so far—19 weeks yesterday. I’m happy with that. If this is anything like my others though, I won’t be able to maintain that. Already I’m having days where I can’t seem to get enough to eat. Keeping healthy snacks around is essential right now! Several people have commented this week that I’ve “popped out” and I keep wondering if I’m farther along than the dr. thinks. We’ll find out soon enough. They’ve set my c-section surgery to June 11th. This makes me nervous, since it’s only 6 days before my due date, and Benjy was 12 days early.
Ok, all this sounds really good. The truth? If I must...
Friday was my dad's birthday, Saturday was Ray's. My father-in-law joined us for the weekend. I always feel like I should cook up a storm when he comes, since I know that he lives on canned soup and TV dinners at home. Saturday night was the worst--we went to Mynt Fusion and then home for a cake from Arnies, with ice cream. Mynt Fusion is the answer to my husband's prayers for a Chinese/Oriental restaurant that knows how to make a curry with some flavor. Did I overeat? Well, let's just say that I didn't bring home one of those little white boxes with the metal handle. Sunday we had pizza, and yes, I had too many pieces. However, I paid for it later with my first real bout of pregnancy heartburn and some really bizarre dreams that all involved fire. Lesson learned.
So this next week--no birthdays, better eating...I hope.
