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No One is Above the Law (Day 109)

Day 109. The 4-month mark is fast approaching. Korean food was not popular with the fetus whom Cyrus and I lovingly refer to as "Rambo" because it's a boy and we have no idea what else to call him because coming up with boy names is flat out really, really hard. Oh the bloating. Oh dear. It's real. Very, very real. The struggle between giving-in to the deep, gnawing hunger without adding more hot air to my ever-expanding body is nearly impossible. Major diet changes to come. Let's see if I can't fix this somehow with a better diet. So far I've been pretty good but could definitely let up on the salt. Unfortunately that is what Rambo craves. He doesn't want sugar (strangely). He wants the tortilla chips and salsa and guac. He wants all. the. cheese. Again, will try to figure this out.

Picked up yoga again today after not doing it for a year because the last two days of running have completely trashed my body after not doing it for 10 days. Lactic acid buildup has reached biblical proportions. Stretching helped a lot. By George I'm going to try to run through this entire pregnancy.

Oh yes, might have bladder infection. I told you. All the things the Internet tells you might happen, DO happen. I thought I would avoid this unpleasant side effect of pregnancy but nope. I am not above the law. NO ONE IS ABOVE THE LAW! (I've been listening to repeats of Robert Mueller's testimony on NPR). Dropped off a nice little pee sample at the doctor's office today. Let's see what's going on. Must say, though, feeling much better after a "yoga for runners' session with Esther Ekhart. God I love her. But yes, I stupidly thought MY pregnancy would be different. I was so healthy and fit (AM so healthy and fit) before I got knocked up I figured my pregnancy would be a breeze. I didn't have any morning sickness the first three months then BAM, gagging at the thought of boiled eggs and rotisserie chicken. Skins tags. Bloating. UTIs. Oh please, please, please tell me I won't get the varicose veins...



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