Walking

I read constantly about pregnancy and how to prepare myself for the best delivery, so when the common denominator was walking I thought no problem.  Boy was I wrong.  I always liked to walk, walking is relaxing without being overly tiring.  Since becoming pregnant walking has not been so easy.  B and I have walked a few times here and there but not consistently. Everyday I tell myself to get off my rear and do one lap around the block ( 3/4 of a mile) it rarely happens.  Yesterday I thought I would kick my sickness in the butt by walking.
Trip 1: I got all prepared, changed out of pj's into workout pants, got the ear phones so I could listen to pandora, and had breakfast.  Not even to the end of my driveway and I'm feeling tired.  I make it all the way around and talk my weary self into going around once more.  Two laps total a mile and a half, not to bad if I could do it everyday twice a day.  The second lap was a little more difficult, fighting the urge to hurl at each step, sweaty profusely, and dying of thirst.  I made it though! I was so impressed with my earlier performance that I thought I would do it again.

Trip 2: After Dr. Phill, I told B that I was going to walk two more laps before he got home since I was feeling good and it was about to get dark.  What started out as an easy 30 minute walk turned into over an hour of torture.  After my first lap, I ran into my neighbor who is very sweet but talks forever and has a very unruly bulldog.  After running into them going one way I was determined to steer clear the second lap ( my mistake).  I took a left at the end of the road not a right, not a big deal except only certain roads come back to our house.  Instead on turning around and going home after walking down the road I took another dreaded left.  Now an additional mile from home I have ended up in the ghetto and its getting darker.  This second left leads me out to a main road, similar to a highway in the country at 6 o'clock rush hour.  I walk a ways on the highway and make a right at the next subdivision.  Stupid considering this street does not go to my house either.  Bammm back at the highway just closer to home this time.  By now I have been walking for an hour, blisters have started forming on my feet and its dark.  I finally make it to a street where I know I can get home, yay! approximately one more mile and I will be home.  B finally calls and asks where I am since he has been home for quite some time and I am no where to be found.  Beyond exhausted I arrive home.  What may have been a fun walk before I was pregnant, is now a joke and would not have been attempted had I used my brain when making a left or right choice in the beginning.

To reward my 6 mile walk I thought frozen yogurt would be a great idea, tastes like ice cream but only a hundred calories.  I talk B into taking us to the store, even bribing him with the idea that I would pay.  We get to the store which turns into a shopping trip, yogurt, foil, water, frozen pizza, ect.  In the same parking lot as the store there is a dairy-queen, B suggests a blizzard and food since the dinner we had an hour ago has worn off.  I say to him that I will eat a blizzard too.  Yes we did just buy yogurt, pizza and snacks but none of those compare to DQ.  You know your pregnant when you make a late night food run, get what you need and still order fast food.  I ordered my small blizzard, B ordered a blizzard and a chilli-cheese dog(yuck). I ate half of my blizzard and was finished, B devoured his whole meal and was still hungry..... Who is eating for two now? In conclusion B in now going to be called Tempelton, and I will remain at zero weight gain!