So here's a picture of myself working out before I was pregnant.
Honestly though that's not really me. Come on, guys, you know I don't have blonde hair. The point is that my regular workouts involve lots of kicking and moves like this ... and now that I'm super pregs I feel as though I'm shoving the baby into my esophagus with each knee lift.
Even though I haven't worked out as consistently in this pregnancy as I have in the previous ones (um, I blame ... let's see ... I blame ... fine. I blame me) this baby is sitting so lowwwwww that when I DO workout it's all kinds of awkward. In comes Expecting More by Sara Haley.
Yay for ridiculously early morning workouts! They are so great ... I love them so much! They make the entire day wonderful! I'm a rock star! Yeah, baby, yeah! (I'm writing this now so I can read it again at 6 a.m. tomorrow morning when I'm sobbing my way into my sports bra.) YES! I am a machine!
- I'm a work in progress. I'm a mom to two, soon to be three, awesome kids that have taught me things I didn't know I needed to learn. I'm married to a kind and handsome man that I genuinely love to be with. I like to be around interesting people and enjoy learning from others. I'm quirky, energetic, have a glass that's usually half full (of wine) and am spontaneous when it fits into my plans. My life is much slower than it once was and even though I sometimes miss the old days, I never take these new days for granted. So, I've given up alot of things in order to give more of myself to my family ... and they better appreciate it. I mean, I expect nothing in return for my selfless love.