Hmmmm. So what do all of these things have in common? Chocolate. Sex. Biking.
I can remember the last time I did each of these!
Since I’m nearing the end of my pregnancy, I have noticed some ‘changes’ in my behavior. First: chocolate. I want it so badly, and I really need to stop. It’s not the weight that concerns me (well, maybe a little), but it’s the SUGAR! It’s no good for the baby to have so much sugar. I am barely 5′2″, and the baby measured to be in the 77th percentile. When I eat chocolate, the little one does a party dance that just wrecks my ribs! So, I’m cutting back. My last bite was 15 minutes ago.
Second: sex. Now, don’t think you are going to get anything juicy from me here. I’M PREGNANT for God’s sake! But, I have been enjoying something better…It’s a rare phenomenon that I thought was just myth until it happened to me. I fell in love again with my husband, Chad. I can’t describe it. I just love him more and more every day. The ‘little things’ that once drove me crazy (almost to psychoanalysis) now just roll off the back. What a love drug! And no, I won’t tell you when the last time was in this category!
Finally: biking. I am not going to count my bike commute since it has become more infrequent anyway (read my last blog-Doc. says I need to walk more), but instead my last mountain biking trip. Hold on a second…I’m starting to tear up. Really, I’m tearing! May 21st I hoped on my bike and soared down the big decent and onto the White Rim. It was a Western Spirit trip, so naturally the food was yummy! But the best part was the ride. It’s not super duper technical. It’s just gorgeous and fun fun fun. On this particular trip we had rain every day which is pretty unusual for the desert. It was quite possibly one of my favorite trips ever. Just to follow the water down sections of slickrock-just to splash through huge potholes filled with brown water on the trail-just to stop and rinse my face in other crystal clear potholes off the trail filled with that afternoon’s cool rain. Oh man, I wanna go back there.
Funny enough, it was just after that trip that Chad and I got the news that would keep me from anymore trips for the season. PREGNANT. PREGNANT. PREGNANT.
I wouldn’t change anything for the world, but I have been fantasizing about having a zipper on my belly so I could take the baby out for an afternoon and ride the Slickrock Bike Trail up in Sand Flats. I’ll just have to wait.
Emily ‘the pregnant one’ Niehaus