Last weekend was the Chicago Rock n Roll 1/2 marathon. Sigh. I lived vicariously through pictures on Facebook. But I spent the weekend inside, in air conditioning. Also, at the pool.
It's third-trimester time. The cuteness of being big is wearing off, and the impossibility of moving from place to place is beginning. The baby weighs about 3lbs right now. In the next 8 weeks, it will more than double that weight. That's a lot of ballast.
But keep moving. That's the goal. Whatever moving means.... some days it's doing the squats assigned by our birthing-class teacher. Some days it's getting out to the pool to float. Some days it's making the trip from the bedroom to the bathroom 18 times. Other days, it means moving my eyes over the pages of a book (Divergent is as good as they said it was).
Also, ice cream.