Fast Forward to April 1, 2014...my husband and I were going to our first ultra sound for the baby. Our doctor wanted to make sure we had the correct due date. At this point I was 11 weeks pregnant. As we anxiously awaited seeing the first picture of our little one we came to realize that the screen looked split. My immediate reaction was that the tv was broken and that we were going to be moved to another room. Then I started to realize what was happening and the ultrasound technician says "Well there is Baby A and there is Baby B, that is how we refer to twins." I just sat there stunned. I thought it was an April Fool's joke I mean it was April 1st after all! However, after being reassured that it would be illegal to post someone else's ultrasound picture during my appointment I became excited, fearful and anxious. There was some laughing and crying in that moment. After the dust settled and we began processing what lie ahead for the next 8 months I wasn't sure what all was going to be happening to me. I didn't want to seem like a bad person for worrying about what my body was going to look like after having my children. I was excited and if I had to get stretch marks and the whole bit I was up for it, but I just couldn't imagine being able to carry 2 at once!
Months went on and my diet as well as my workouts started to diminish. I was no longer able to do T25 even modified and the idea of just doing walking was depressing since I loved my Insanity type workouts from the past. I just remember feeling like I was losing myself because my love for working out was no longer part of my life at least the way I wanted it to be. I filled my time with projects around the house and that seemed to be enough fitness for me as I was much more tired this pregnancy.
This is me at week 32 (I had almost 6 weeks left!)
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