NEWS FLASH - Arrival of third trimester means new symptoms. Most noticeable includes expansion of ass and thighs. Now I can handle not fitting into those stylish pair of jeans, or even my dress pants. But how can I possibly not fit into maternity pants?! Is that even possible? So back to sweats I go.
Once I stepped outside with the dog we began our journey. To walk around my block, it's a simple ten minute stroll. Or so I thought...
On this particular sun-filled day my less then a mile walk around the block suddenly turned into an army training course. How have I never noticed this wild terrain? There are massive hills extending for miles. There is unsteady pavement. And the length seems to have quadrupled. At one point, I was actually begging my dog to drag me down the street. "Please, Puppy, just pull this big butt all the way home?!"
Finally making it back from the training course, I walked inside completely winded. Pink cheeks, sweaty forehead, and short, quick breathes. I took a clue from my dog and went to the coolest spot in the house; the bathroom floor. There, we both sat, panted, sat, panted, sat, panted. Right then and there I vowed that for any future pregnancy, I would be at the gym every day prior. I will be in shape. I will take control. I will climb a hill. I will fit into fat pants! I will! I will! I will!
But in the meantime, I just had to see if there was any ice cream left in the freezer.
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