How goes it?
It’s kind of funny, but after writing a post on choosing to be positive, I’ve been in a really crap mood all day long! I feel really uncomfortable today – the bump is getting bigger and compressing my lungs – and just a bit off.
I was very excited to hit the pool because it would’ve meant that I did 5 workouts this week (which would’ve been an amazing first-time pregnancy accomplishment!) but ended up blowing it off. The dogs and I were on a walk when a big brown Labrador came running up – it had clearly broken out of its yard and had a collar on – and started to make the ‘let’s play!’ motion with James. James started to growl and snap because he hates big, aggressive dogs, and Maggie started to cry and try to back away out of her collar. Meanwhile, I’m throwing myself in between the dogs, telling the playful lab to go home because I was scared James would set him off. Then, I end up feeling guilty because the dog has a collar on, and I should find his house (I have this theory that if I always find lost dogs’ owners, one day someone will return Maggie and James to me – dog karma). So I’m juggling Maggie in my arms and stepping between the dogs and freaking out that I’m going to fall on the baby bump and trying to grab the lab’s collar… when, thankfully, the owners comes around the corner.
Point of the story: My blood pressure skyrockets, my heart is pounding, and it’s all I can do to drag the dogs back home and collapse on the couch. It took me 20 minutes to get over the encounter (so melodramatic, I know) and by then, a swim seemed totally impossible.
Another morning, down the hatch.
On a less frantic note, lunch was delicious. Just a sunflower butter sandwich (with smears of caramel sauce):
And a lovely salad with some gouda cheese on the side.
It was really good-da.
Fact: I bought that wedge of gouda cheese just so I could make a good-da joke on the blog. Truly. I am that easily amused.