I'm back

It has been ages since I last posted. This is because I have been tired and unmotivated to write anything. Not to mention the fact that when your pregnant that is the biggest thing going on in your life and you want to talk about it all the time and other people want to staple your lips shut because your pregnancy is NOT the biggest thing in their life. So to avoid just blabbing non-stop about my hemorrhoids and my huge belly and what color I painted the baby's room and how it feels like I have a wolverine clawing at my insides I just said eff it. But this morning I am feeling invigorated and I am going to share some of this with any people that might look at this blog, which at this point is probably few considering the fact that when I look at blogs if someone doesn't post for a while I say screw em' and never check back.
OK so I am 31 weeks pregnant. I feel pretty good. A little moody (a lot moody) and sometimes tired (like from 3 pm on) and my feet hurt a lot and sometimes my back too. I am still running even though some people think I am insane. My Dr told me that since I was a runner before I got pregnant I could run as long as I felt good. Well last week I said OK ENOUGH I AM NOT RUNNING ANYMORE I AM ONLY GOING TO USE THE ELLIPTICAL. This was because during my run I felt like I was hauling a boulder around and had a midget on my back and I thought my lungs were bleeding and that my feet were fixin to fall off AND it was freaking cold as hell out. So I told myself that running until 30 weeks was admirable and that now I could call it quits and just use the boring machines at the gym. My mother suggest walking, WALKING, no I can't walk and say that I exercised. I know that walking is exercise but unless I am sweating and breathing heavy I don't feel like I have done a damm thing. Besides she is not a runner and doesn't get that its not easy for runners to just stop running and pick up walking. I am devastate enough as it is that sometimes during my run I have to stop and walk for a few seconds. By the way when I say "run" I mean a slow jogging waddling movement, where my dog is not even really running but doing more of a fast trot and is still way ahead of me. I remember when Otto had to keep up with me, now he gets antsy and annoyed because he wants to run and I can't go as fast as him so he get bored and tries to stop a lot and sniff every blade of grass that comes in his path. So I thought it was over. Then over the weekend we had a day where it was almost 70 degrees outside and I just could not resist so I went out for a run and it was great. I felt really good the weather was perfect nothing was hurting and I didn't even feel that heavy. Running was back on. Of course when I ran yesterday it was early in the morning and the midget was back on my back and the boulder was in my belly and my feet were falling off AND it was cold . Oh well. I am just going to keep running for a while and see how it goes.
That is a little bit of what is happening with me.