In my head I run marathons and ultras. Perfect form. Midfoot landing. Knees high. Slight lean. Short strides. High cadence. Silent and quick, I run towards the sun, always towards the sun.
In reality I sit on the couch. Back hurts. Ankles hurt. Braxton Hicks. Pelvic pressure. Round ligament pain. Random pain just from walking from one room to another.
Counting down the weeks.
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There is nothing quite like the end of a pregnancy...the waiting and waiting with the uncomfortable pains here and there. But, as you well know, this too shall end and you'll have another little bundle of joy!
You are running a marathon...just a different kind at the moment.
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