For most of my pregnancy (once I got over the mad morning sickness of the 1st trimester) I have been doing Zumba twice a week and hitting up the cardio/strength training another two days a week... I had been so proud of myself. I felt accomplished. When I told people I was still hitting the gym several days a week they looked at me with a mixture of shock, awe and a little bit of "she's crazy"... I liked those looks.
Yeah, that's a no go these days. Working out just exhausts me so much that I can't handle it. I mean I will go to the gym for an hour and end up napping for two afterwards because I literally can't manage to stay awake any longer. I know that can't be good for me, or the baby.
I've decided that I'm going to stick with my Zumba for the next few weeks, because I love it, but not to worry about the rest. I walk Zo every day, usually twice a day, so I get plenty of movement in. What I am worried about though, is getting ginormous. Last week, when I only went to the gym once, I gained 2 pounds! I don't even eat that much. I eat when I'm hungry and stop when I'm not. I eat some junk food, but not a ton... so I'm worried that without the additional exercise I'm going to start packing on the pounds.
I am a little disappointed in myself though. Logically I know it has nothing to do with being weak or lazy... but part of me can't help but feel that way. Like I'm not trying hard enough. I know this choice is the best thing for me and the baby, but it sucks to admit defeat. I had these lofty dreams of working out right up until the very end. I guess I just have to be proud of making it to 27 weeks without cutting back...we'll see how much longer I last before I cut out the gym completely!