Watching from The Sidelines. Kicking Rocks. | The Sisterhood of the Shrinking Jeans LLC


This week, I am 21 weeks pregnant. Just past halfway.

And can I just say? I’m sitting here, reading everyone’s posts about the Power of One, about their upcoming races and honestly?

I’m so jealous. I miss a good hard workout. How free I feel when I’m running. Not walking around in a constant state of foraging.

I am also jealous of women who have easy, breezy pregnancies. Who exercise all the way through. Who talk about how exercising HELPS with their morning sickness.  Who gain the allotted 25 pounds, all in a little basketball shape, right in their tummy, and nowhere else.

I am not such a woman.

I went into this pregnancy will full intentions of RUNNING all the way through. Of seeing my trainer. Of never overeating.

So far? I have tried running four times. The last time, I was so dizzy I wasn’t sure I’d make it home. So no more running. I saw my trainer for a bit, but ended up canceling the last appointment (which was back in November) because I felt so poorly. I am nauseous and the only way I can control it, besides medication, is eating.

People, my plan has gone up in smoke.

I am so frustrated.

Yes, I know gaining weight is part of pregnancy. I thought I was mentally prepared to put some back on after FINALLY losing the baby weight from my first child. I just didn’t want to put on as much. Cause 70 pounds is ridiculous.

Up until my last OB appointment, I was feeling pretty okay with my gain. Even after Christmas, when I kid you not, I was told I was huge, asked if I was sure it’s not twins and told I used to be so beautiful back when I was 18 and thin (I kid you not, someone said that to me!).

But then yesterday, I saw my doctor, and I’d gained…wait for it…TEN pounds since my last appointment.


Bless my doctor, he was still positive, but recommended I eat a lot of vegetables, drink a ton of water, and work on walking more.

Even though he was very sweet and told me I look healthy and beautiful (did I mention I love my doc?), I still cried on the way home, cause this is about the time in my last pregnancy that I BLEW UP.

So, I’m trying. But y’all? I AM SO HUNGRY today. Crudite does not sounds good when you have the crazy pregnant hunger. You know, being so ravenous that you’d be willing to choke someone out for a sandwich? Like that.

Alright, to my point, and I do have one. For real. I’m not just here to whine.

I sat back and thought about what I’d tell a friend if she were in my situation.

What would I say? RELAX. Don’t go crazy and hit the drive through everyday, or eat a pint of ice cream in one sitting, or use butter like it’s going out of style.  Just do the best you can.

And for the love of God, don’t compare yourself to other pregnant people. Especially the basketball smugglers.

That’s what I intend to do. If I feel well enough to exercise, I will. I’ll eat as healthfully as possible.

Most of all, I’ll do the best I can to bring a happy, healthy baby into the world. Cause in the end, I can lose the baby weight. I’ve done it before, I can certainly do it again. And this time? I have you all for support. Which is priceless and amazing.

So to all my pregnant sisters out there (I know there are a couple), I’m here to tell you today: You look beautiful. You’re doing a brilliant job.

And if you’re a basketball smuggler, I totally want to slap your face (I mean that in the nicest way possible).

21 weeks

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