Much like my writing, my exercising has also been sporadic.
But, I am having another good day today.
I am 16 weeks today. I have about 4 more until my next ultrasound. Hopefully we find that we have a healthy baby, and perhaps know better how to address baby Meyers.
So, today I did some working out, the best I could without being in a gym.
I have tons of before and after shots and progress pics that I can use as motivation.
I have done this before, I know I can do it again.
This being one of them:
All in all, I am becoming anxious to have this baby in my arms. I still have so much more to go.
Been feeling tiny movements lately. Over the next two weeks the baby apps say the baby will double in size.
Hoping then I can share those movements with Todd.
He is a first timer, this is all new and exciting for him.
I have been excited every time.
No matter what hell you go through, it is all worth it in the end.
A supreme joy that you can not compare to anything else.
The best thing you can do is try to enjoy the journey.
My skin has been a mess. Dry. Oily. Breaking out.
My pants have been getting tighter.
My hair has gotten thicker and in deperate need of an overhaul.
My back has gotten tighter and my skin has gotten looser.
Some nights when I try to sleep insomnia steps in, or total discomfort keeps me tossing and turning.
I may complain, but it is all part of the beautiful disaster that pregnancy truly is.
The instant and unconditional love you have when that baby is placed before you erases all the obstacles along the way.