I learned a lesson. Completing a little over 7 miles and doing a reasonably intense lifting session while in your seventh month of pregnancy may not be the smartest idea. Although it seemed genius at the time, my body threw it's own revolt that afternoon and the following day. I've been priding myself in still running (no I did NOT run those 7 miles - I did a combination of walking, the cross trainer and various other ways to put that total together) but I'm learning that my body is not what it used to be. I guess that's to be expected when you're growing another human. It's just really hard to back down. I want to get out there and really push myself. (It probably doesn't help that I was planning on running the Chicago Marathon this year before I found out about our latest little surprise) I watch other runners training and pouring themselves into their workout and I forget that I have a belly that's full of boy right now. I'm probably gonna need to lay off the Olympics. And I just need to embrace this beautiful time in which God has me. It really is unbelievable to have a person growing inside of you. (And peeing inside of you - a fact which still gives me the willies) I still think it's crazy how God developed this whole idea, but He did. It's nuts. And cool. And beyond amazing. But that's kind of how God seems to roll in general.
And for all of you who might wonder, we are still passionate about this whole adoption thing. Though I'm looking forward to meeting this little guy who seems to be practicing for a match with Holyfield...my heart is growing in love for the little girl we'll one day adopt. I can't wait to meet her.