I wrote it for a couple reasons. First, it's true. Over the last several weeks, I have felt like I was going to fall apart. It sometimes hurts just to get up! Or walk! It's ridiculous. And I don't say this to sound like I'm giving myself a pity party. I know I've done this to myself - well, with Josh's help...ha! But Josh didn't keep me from working out or finding some sort of physical activity to stay fit. The pain I'm having in my lower back plus the fact that I get winded just walking around plus the way it hurts to do basic, household chores (especially vacuuming and dishes) is enough for me to try and give a heads up to future mommas. Or mommas who want more kids are are a little older this time! :)
The other reason I posted it is because of what happened about 10 minutes prior. It's when I realized how much being out of shape has affected me. Gabriel and I had just picked up Sarah from preschool, and as we pulled into our driveway, I decided that I would bring in our trash can and recycling bin from the curbside. I do this on most Tuesdays, yesterday was no different. I pulled the van into the garage, and I told the kids, "Just give me a second, I'm going to get the trash stuff and bring it in." They usually just wait in the van during the 20 seconds it takes me to do this.
This time, for some reason, one of them (I'm still not sure which one) decided to push the garage door opener/closer. In the split second I had to process this, I panicked and worried that if the garage door closed (with all other doors locked and my inability to get inside) that they wouldn't open it back up for me and they would get into all kinds of trouble in the garage by themselves. Or what if they went into the house without me. I just worried! So from the road, I darted towards the garage. Lord, I hope no one was outside to see me do this! Instincts always take over as a mom, and this time was no different. When I turned so quickly, it felt like I pulled every muscle and ligament in my lower half. In pain, I continued to run towards the garage, putting my foot in the way of the sensor so the garage would stop and go back up.
Oh, it was painful, and it was just a very short distance that I attempted to run! I'm actually not sure how I didn't fall because it felt like my legs were going to give out.
Had I been in better shape, I feel like this wouldn't have been a big deal.
I honestly don't remember feeling quite like this with my other three pregnancies. I can't decide if it's the age difference (I had just turned 29 when I had Gabriel, I am 32 this time for baby #4...what is it about being in your 30's?) or if it's the amount of pregnancies I've had. All I know is that I wish I had a regular workout routine prior to carrying this baby. I'm not saying I want to run a marathon before delivery like this woman, but I think lots of walks and good muscle tone from a weight lifting routine would have been very helpful.
How has being fit or not being fit affected your pregnancies?