Exercising Through Pregnancy (Weeks 29-34)

Well I am still plugging along. Just barely, but yes, still plugging along. Somewhere in the midst of Week 30 I hit a major energy crisis. I felt like I was back in the first trimester, struggling to survive my day and looking for a place to quickly lay down and find some peaceful sleep.

The point of this blog is not to complain, but I don't want to sugarcoat the way I'm feeling either. Growing a tiny human is exhausting physically, and as someone who was crazy enough to run a marathon twice, I'd like to think that I have a good handle on physically exhausting myself.

Although my workouts have felt like a shell of what I know I am capable of doing, I have been proud of myself for just continuing to move as much as possible. Some days are better than others. Some weeks I work out three times. Some weeks I work out once. I'm really letting how I feel dictate how much I do at the moment.

With the best diaper cake ever - a barbell!

It almost seems hard to believe I'm nearing the end of my pregnancy. For a long time I've wondered if this day would ever come. It was almost three years ago that my husband and I decided that we wanted to try to start a family. Little did we know that we would suffer two miscarriages, I would suffer from a hormonal imbalance after my losses and after all of that we would discover my condition that would make all of my pregnancies high risk.

In some ways my pursuit of working out and my pursuit of the dream of a family have been intertwined. Through working out and my love of running, I've learned that you must always keep going no matter what gets thrown your way; even when things look bleak and believe me there were some very bleak days.

Sometimes when you feel like giving up, you have a breakthrough, which is exactly what happened to me.

-Sarah