Well, it’s finally happened – Tuesday I suddenly LOOKED pregnant. It really did happen just like that. I will say that Sunday night I felt her move in a different way – almost like she was pushing OUT instead of the usual flipping and flopping. It appears she needed more space. So far I’m still holding strong at 3 or 4lbs gained but I know I’ll be hitting an avalanche soon.

I’ve gotten all these baby clothes from friends to the point that I’ve got two full bed sized storage containers full of 3-6 month and 6 month clothes PLUS boxes of 12 month and two dresser drawers full of 0-3 month clothes. I feel so lucky to have friends happy to pass things along. I also feel lucky to help them clear space out of their houses – I know I’ll be passing along these same things sooner than later. 

In other news, working out is still going well. I’m lucky that I’m not terribly competitive – doing Crossfit can be tough for people that are competitive because it’s easy to push yourself too hard and end up hurt. Thankfully, for better or worse, I’m not competitive and so I haven’t had too much trouble scaling my weight down or taking it easy. I’ve actually been pretty happy to skip burpees and running – in fact, I’ve joked in the past that getting out of Burpees was my main reason for getting pregnant. So I’ve been going to the gym. 4-5 days a week and although some things seem heavier here and there, overall I’m holding up pretty well. I actually found that in early pregnancy I was hitting heavier weights than I had before – 130lb bench press, 190lb back squat, etc.

I’ve heard that  people tend to be really critical of women doing crossfit etc when they’re pregnant, which I understand. It looks scary. But it looks scary all the time – pregnant or not. So I went ahead and posted a photo that a friend had taken from the gym earlier this week, where I was working on backsquat – I had the bar loaded with 165lbs which is a pretty decent weight for me, but not too heavy by any means. 

I had a lot of mixed reactions: some people were happy and impressed but other people were worried. And I understand their concerns, but I’m doing a good job of taking care of myself and listening to what is and isn’t okay for my body. I’m also glad that I’ve got a gym full of supportive people to help – as well as so many people who care. 

I’m moving along. I’ll be 23 weeks tomorrow – and have another doctor appointment on Monday of next week.