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, an author, blogger, and writer. I'm mom to four young kiddos and in my past life, I worked as a labor and delivery nurse. 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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