Oh my it has been a while since my last post. My life feels as if it has been turned upside down. I actually have not been to the gym in 2 months. Why? Because I am pregnant, and I am really really bad at being pregnant.
This was not how it was supposed to go down. I had a fitness goal that while I was unlikely to hit by my 40th birthday, I would be close. I was getting there, starting to see the difference and people were telling me so as well. I had been watching my eating (although not as strict as a bodybuilder, but mindful of my macronutrients and doing a good job of tracking). I was looking good and feeling good, and fantasizing about getting a puppy that I can jog with around town. I had always told my husband since even before we were married that when I turn 40, the factory would be shut down and we would be done with babies — as it turns out he was really good with getting things done within a deadline.