DETACHABLE BELLY. Sometimes I wish I could take a vacation from pregnancy. I would just detach my belly, reluctantly hand over the big boobs, and just NOT be pregnant for a weekend. It isn’t even that I miss drinking. (Although, admittedly, I have been thinking about margaritas like they’re the key to the universe.) I just miss feeling normal. My workouts are getting slower and slower every passing week, and I’m really trying to be ok with that.
“Hey, who put those there!?” The good news is that I PR’d my hang clean the other day. I hang power cleaned 65kg’s, and then caught my next rep at 67kg’s a little too low, so it was just a hang clean. I attempted this weight again, and managed to hit myself squarely in the nipples. I actually had to peek into my bra and make sure they were still attached.
My workout this morning was:
3 Cleans (55kg’s)
2:00 wall ball shots (14lb)
CHRIST ON CRUTCHES. Holy hella heavy batman! 55kg’s was crazy heavy, but I still managed to get in a whopping 3 rounds, plus 3 cleans. I had to take my cleans off 15kg plates because setting up at the bottom is a little hairy these days. My belly causes my stance to be wide, which causes my hands to be wide, which causes me to be farther forward, which causes the bar to be on a non-optimal path of shitty verticalness. What I’m trying to say is that shit goes wrong when I have to take it from the floor. Don’t judge me! The cleans were eternally heavy feeling, but I was still glad I went heavy. I managed to get a whopping 28 wall ball shots. I tried to pick a slow but steady pace that I could maintain for 2 minutes, but let’s be honest here folks. There’s no maintaining ANYTHING for 2 minutes these days.
SMARTY PANTS. The midwife appointment on Tuesday was super uneventful. I keep waiting for something cool to happen, but all that seems to happen is that I get weighed, and have my blood pressure checked. Woop.Dee.Doo. The funny part of the visit is that she showed me these funny pelvic rock exercises.
At fist, being the cynical jerk that I am, I assumed these would be useless to me. What the hell do I need pelvic rocks for when I have heavy hang cleans and knees to elbows!? Turns out that these little rocks are supposed to help keep baby in a good position, take some of the pressure off your spine, and solve world hunger. (Ok, that last part was a lie) Baby ended up in a really weird position today, and I was poking him trying to get him to move. When it didn’t work, Bill suggested the pelvic rocks. I got down on all 4’s and started half heartedly doing them while Bill spanked me and laughed. When I stood up, baby had totally moved to a better position. SHIT. I made fun of it, and it actually worked.
FATTY MC FATTERSON. Bill swears that I’m not looking fat. I checked in the mirror the other day, and I am definitely carrying a little more junk in my trunk these days, but it’s not awful. I weighed 161lbs this morning. Yeesh. THAT’S a hard number to see on the scale. I’d probably still weigh 159 if it weren’t for this heavy no-chip manicure I’m rocking.