The Kraken is at 19 weeks gestation this week. We’re almost halfway. Time has been flying and there are so many things I had hoped to have done at this point. There are still so many plans up in the air.
I’m trying to focus on my family. The kids, Captain, and The Kraken. I’m trying to keep up with everything. But this 2nd trimester isn’t feel-good anymore. I have more bad days than good now. More limitations than strengths.
This isn’t what I expected.
My body was becoming so strong. My endurance was climbing. My outside was finally starting to reflect my inside, and I was happy.
I had expected to continue down this path of fitness through my pregnancy. Maintain a higher level of endurance. Keep seeing progress in strengthening myself, even if only in tiny increments.
But my body, instead of concurring, is revolting. Braxton Hicks is upon me already; I sleep, but restlessly and uncomfortably; my sciatic bring me to tears while doing basic housework.
This isn’t what I wanted.
I had hopes to be like other Crossfitting women, who worked out up until their due date. I had hopes to be exclaimed over, like many other pregnant women who refuse to let pregnancy get in the way of their goals. I so wanted to impress Captain with my ability to grow a child and show the world that I could move mountains at the same time. He had expressed the same hope; that it would be HIS wife our fellow box members would be in awe of.
Disappointment is a bitter friend, and it is becoming my constant companion. With every morning that I wake up and feel lightheaded from just walking to the bathroom. With every muscle twinge I feel when lifting Mr. Monkey. Each time I get a blinding headache. Or wake up exhausted.
I’m trying to keep in mind that this is our 4th baby. That my body has never gone through a fit pregnancy like this. It is both old and new territory.
The point isn’t to reflect those around you, but to be the best you that you can be. I’m having a hard time reminding myself of this. I am not those women who work out until their tanks are empty. I am not those women who can bust through a WOD without taking a break to catch their breath. I am not those women that can do anything and everything they want through their pregnancy.
But I want to be. And I have to let that go.