Lazy Meets Her Match with Exotic Destinations

Lately, it's been difficult to peel myself away from the travel channel. Tuesday, I managed to log in more hours behind the screen than a viewing of Gone With The Wind. There is a body crevice just formed to my expanding shape.

Monday was a great start. I went to LT in my maternity workout shirt and sweated 700 calories off in one hour of Cardio Resistance Training. Avery spent the time running around the jungle gym with her friends which usually only have boy names and sliding down the slide. Then, after Dave supported the idea of cereal for dinner, we headed out to the gym
again...together. It is my favorite way to sneak in a date. He didn't go to the big boy area where we were on Saturday. I don't like to go over there during busy hours. It can be extremely crowded and I am easily annoyed at men who 1) can lift 350 lbs, but re-rack NONE 2)all the grunting, slamming, waiting, and stinkiness is too much testosterone than this chica can handle. I might love the smell of sweat, but not the residual kind. YEEECK!

Tuesday morning my new love for Yoga came and went without my attendence. I couldn't stretch out my triceps from the burning sensation and frankly I didn't wanna get going at 8:15 in the morning. Some how, after all the travelling I did through the travel channel, I flipped to FIT tv. Maybe, watching will bring inspiration...

Wednesday, the highlight and haircut take place. Marye, my hair dresser, bless her heart, has to ask the salon coordinator to "please, turn on the air" because my cuerpo/hormones renerated so much heat that she felt an electric heater had taken the place of her client and sat in the chair for 3 hours on full blast. Was I just saying something about residual stink/sweat? I'm sorry, Marye!

Today is a new day. My workout clothes are waiting dutifully for me. First, big plans to meet with the 1st grade room moms for holiday "heehaw" party planning...Avery in tow. Will's last visit to the allergist for his two a week shots. Celebration lunch...celebrating Will, Avery, and Mom time and frankly, because it's Thursday. Then I promise a trip to the gym... all in good time, right!?!

A Welcomed Physical Assault

After a labor day's Whine Race 5 miler, I signed up for the Nov. 3rd Wurstfest 5 miler. A few things have happened since, it might be from the wine. Yesterday, Dave, Avery, Will and I pull up to the race as runners rush past in blazing glory and unhurriedly, we turn around and head to the closest IHOP in New Braunfels.

Okay, it's a little secret I've kept. TK, Jana, Nanu, you know, but I've been pretty sushed about it (unless you are the cashier, pharmacist, greeter at Wally-World). For some reason it just slips, but I really wanted to be quiet until week 13 is over. Well I don't like to keep secrets...
so I'll tell you. This house is expecting another. What do I think - three is a blessing, we are so excited, I'm officially a small child wrangler for life and I'm still smiling!

It's week 9 in the little olives lifespan. He/she is taking over my senses, uterus, and 140 lbs. body. I'm going to be honest here, I really liked being below 140 and at 5'8 can gain a LOT of weight when I'm preggers. Realistically, I can't be 130 lbs, but I can avoid weighing as much as Dave when we are delivering. Can you help? I know, don't eat bad stuff, but have you ever told a pregnant woman to stay away from a buffet line? Don't go there, it won't be pleasant...

I am soley concentrating on having a healthy baby and being a good mommy/ wife/ friend/ sister/ daughter, that's all. As far as trophy winning, running races for is a sweet memory, but I'll be there again in June...okay, July, when babiest bear is here, I'm not breastfeeding, and my abdominal muscles won't fall through.

Did you hear that? I'm not breastfeeding! I know, Dave can't believe it, but I'm really not. If I say it enough, he'll believe me. It is because I'm playing the three card... three is a house full. Will and Avery both wanna feed the baby. I can't deprive them. Plus, Dave really likes to take an active role that requires sitting and cooing. Don't follow in my footsteps, but I'm out the door, sista, without my shirt up and milk leaking.

So I'll be a better blogger... I've stepped away from the coolness of the porcelein rim and actually feel alive again. I've surrender my size 6s to Size Meduim maternity clothes so I'm in comfortable place. I weigh 145 lbs this morning and I run a mean 10 minute mile. Anything else is strictly confidental...hah!