Yes, being pregnant is hard. And I had it pretty easy. The biggest frustration or difficulty I had was gestational diabetes, and even that was almost a blessing in that it kept me from eating tons of junk food ate in my pregnancy. However, I never had it as rough as some people do. I wasn’t horribly uncomfortable. I didn’t have severe gas or heartburn. I was relatively active up until the very end doing yoga almost every day.
Enter post-partum. (I won’t even go into the story of my delivery in this blog entry because I will inevitably delve straight into TMI territory.) It takes awhile to heal. During that time, you can’t really do much… or at least I can’t. Just walking through the grocery store made unmentionable parts of me ache up until a month after delivering. The idea of trying yoga again was appealing, but my yoga instructor wouldn’t schedule any sessions until my doctor gave the okay. And if just walking made me ache, doing lunges and squats was probably not that wise of an idea.
I’m 5 weeks out now and I’m FINALLY at the place where I brisk walking isn’t something I really regret later. I’ve started doing some light pilates again, finally. But 5 weeks of no real physical activity is not something I was really prepared for.
I knew it would take awhile to heal up, and I knew I would have to take it easy during that time. But knowing these things is different from living them. Healing (in my case anyway) is taking a long time. I’m going kind of crazy not being able to REALLY exercise to start toning things back up. It doesn’t help that my body post-partum is like a strange outfit that doesn’t fit right. Things aren’t that different, but I think “body weight redistribution” is probably the correct term for what I’m experiencing. And speaking of things not fitting right, clothing is the most frustrating thing ever. I wear yoga pants almost every day. I have one pair of pre-pregnancy jeans that fit (tightly) but I can’t even get any other pre-pregnancy pants over my hips. I refuse to buy more clothes, but I know eventually I’m going to have to.
I fully realize that I’m being whiny. I’m sure next week I will get clearance from my OB to start exercising again. I just really dislike all of this sitting around!