The Truth About Pregnancy Exercise

So I’ve been trying to be a little healthier this pregnancy. 

For me, that mostly means not eating ice cream every single night, but more like weekly, eating apples when I really just feel like eating my kids’ leftover mac & cheese, and horror of horrors…

Exercising. 

Now, don’t get me wrong. I like exercising as much as the next slightly overweight person. In my non-pregnant days, I’ve even been known to run a 10 mile race or one.

I genuinely enjoy running, albeit slowly, and I have come to that adult place where I can trick myself into pretending that exercise is “me” time.

But that doesn’t mean anything to me when I am pregnant. 

When I am pregnant, I gain weight just by breathing.

When I am pregnant, I feel like Shamu from the day I take the positive test.

When I am pregnant, all I really want to do is take a nap, “pregnancy glow” be damned.

But because I hadn’t gotten back in shape after Jake was born and because the number on the scale I reached with him truly haunts me in my nightmares, I exercise almost every day now. Mind you, we’re not talking earth shattering stuff here. We’re talking 30 minutes of “New Girl” on the elliptical and a few modified push-ups.

Except for Monday nights. 

Monday nights, I drag my pregnant buns to a ridiculous cardio kickboxing class where I am proud to serve as a source of inspiration to the elderly women of the group who look at me and set their shoulders back a little straighter with resolve thinking, surely, if she can do it, so can I.

Monday nights, I make a fool of myself kicking and punching and yes, even doing jumping jacks, just hoping and praying that today won’t be the day I pee my pants in public.

Monday nights, I come home so exhausted that apparently, I prompt my husband to look me over, as he did so tonight, and say, “Wow, honey, you really look pregnant tonight. I mean, up `till now, only your belly has looked pregnant, but now, well, like your face looks pregnant.”

If I had the energy, I think I would have stabbed him with my fork. 

But really, I didn’t.

Because try as I might to think I can pull it off and look like one of those cutesy, in-shape pregnant women, there is only one simple truth about me and pregnancy exercise. 

And that is this:

Pregnant Exercise

Images via Flickr Creative Commons/Nathan Rubert & Peter Duttonhan Rupert

 

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Hi, I'm Chaunie, a young mom, labor and delivery nurse turned writer, and advocate for women facing unexpected pregnancy. I'm mom to two little girls, one little man, and I'm expecting my fourth baby late this summer. (Wish me luck, please!) Oh, and I wrote the book on young motherhood. No, really. Check it out here. And if you've experienced an unexpected pregnancy or are a young mom, I'd love to hear your story--email me at info@tinybluelines.com.
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  1. Brittney Potter says:

    more time. Wish it was just as easy taking off the baby weight as it is putting it on :/ But you will get there. Oh and I give you mad props for doing a cardio kick boxing class while being pregnant! I think I would have used my kick boxing skills on my hubby though I’d he said that to me. :-)

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