They say that God never gives you any more than you can handle and just when I was at the end of my pain tolerance tether on Friday, Saturday and Sunday presented themselves as virtually pain free. Suddenly walking wasn't a wince-step-wince-step process, the majority of pressure/pain in my pubic bone seemed to subside (but is still there... I'm not kidding myself,) and lifting a foot up to get into Hubby's car was no longer a deep-breath experience.
I can't tell you what exactly is working because I've been doing so many things at the same time - chiropractor, massage, stretching, walking, pre-natal workouts, kegels, moist heat, and the sexy prenatal cradle - but I'm just glad that whatever it is, well, is.
It was a beautiful weekend weather wise - high 60s, clear and sunny - and so I just had to get out of the house on Saturday morning and be active. So, I went to the gym. No, don't shake your head. I went not because of some stubborn refusal to accept my situation or to lose weight or any of that, I went because all of a sudden it sounded like the most enjoyable thing to do that morning.
I have to say that it was the perfectly right thing to do. I did some light weights, high reps for my upper body, going slowly and carefully, some balance-ball squats (which I already do at home with my prenatal workouts) and some light cardio, slow walking on the treadmill and on the elliptical trainer. I was slow and cautious on everything I did and listened to my body - when something didn't feel right, I stopped or changed positions. It lifted my mood so much, I had forgotten how much working out was a part of my mental and emotional health as well as my physical health. Better still, yesterday, although I had some mild muscle soreness from using muscles I haven't engaged in a while, I hadn't made anything worse. In fact, my pelvis felt great yesterday (or as great as it can feel when you're 7 months pregnant and the hormone relaxin is making everything pop-and-click from your back to your knees.) Hence, I plan to go at least 3x a week now moving forward. This may seem crazy to many of you who hate the gym with a passion but this very prospect, just the thought of going and being active and amongst people, lifting weights and making my body stronger, makes me giddy with excitement for this week. For all these reasons, I know it's the right thing to do.
Saturday afternoon I spent walking around the Folsom Outlets (one of the few outdoor shopping places in Sac), where I couldn't resist a mega Sale in the Carters outlet store, buying two long-sleeved play rompers, one with green frogs and one with yellow chicks. So cute!
In the evening, Hubby took me on a tour of some beautiful view lots in El Dorado Hills that he had recently shown one of his buyer clients. The lots look out over the confluence of the American River and Folsom Lake and were absolutely amazing - as were the homes already built around them. Sigh... the world of homes over $2million. Personally, I'm just waiting for an invite to the housewarming party ;o)
Sunday morning was brunch with a very good friend of mine who I haven't seen for what seems like FOREVER. We chatted for three hours (past lunch time) and still had to cut it short with a plan to see each other again soon. I love good conversation and time with friends - it's so energizing - and it really pumped me up for the rest of the day. In the afternoon we visited a friend of Joss' who had a baby shower gift for us, then came home and watched about 45 minutes of the SuperBowl (about all I could stand either way) before heading out to a restaurant that overlooks the American River for a sunset dinner.
I mean, how could it have been a better weekend than THAT? Ok, I know, not pregnant and punctuated by a couple of martinis, but given my current situation that was the best I could hope for.
This week is going to be really, really, busy for me with lunches and breakfasts with friends, an ObGyn appointment, lots of work appointments, and two evenings in baby classes. This is something I'm looking forward to. I like to be busy. I find that the more I have to do, the more I get done and the more I have energy to do.
It feels good to feel good, if you know what I mean. The last three weeks have been a hard slog both physically and emotionally.
Unfortunately, my fun weekend meant no housework or laundry got done - absolutely none. Groan. There's always a cloud to your silver lining.