These last few weeks … they’re getting to me. In the physical sense.

Here’s the difference, People — in the first trimester, regardless of my insane fatigue, I could still {somehow} push myself. Now? My body simply will not continue as it has been.

After four miles of walking, I have nothing left in me. I’ve cut yoga from my usual 45 minutes or an hour down to 20, 25 minutes — max. My main focus now is on keeping my body as flexible as possible — not things before that I made sure to work in everyday, such as keeping upper body strength and poses to tone the legs. F those at the moment. I’m at my breaking point.

And that’s saying something for me to even say that. I figure it’s time I really start listening to what my body is saying and when it won’t go anymore or any further — I don’t need for that speaking voice to become any louder.

I, of course, resisted this slowing down, at first. Even being pregnant, I’ve loved staying physically challenged. But, I’m f-ing pregnant. I have all the rest of the days of my life to physically challenge myself. I’m saying to hell with that these last three weeks.

This also means I’m giving in with sleep. It’s 8:30 on a Friday night and I can barely keep my eyes open and you know what? For once, I’m going to shut the laptop and go to bed.

It feels good to be listening to what I and FOH, both need. So. Go have a wild and crazy night for me as I’m fast asleep.