There are a few downsides to being pregnant with twins, I gotta say. One of my least favorite though is that I was immediately taken off the running bandwagon.
In fairness, I would have been taken off regardless of how many blobbies were growing in there – even one would have meant no running, what with the whole “you have no cervix to hold a baby in” thing. But the twins meant I had to get off the track fast fast since they’d be weighing in faster than a singleton.
So now that my preferred cardio is off the table (which is good, as I’d surely have keeled over by now all cervical issues aside!) I’m struggling. I can walk, and if I had access to a pool and a desire to look like a whale trapped in a fish net I could swim. But that’s kind of it. Bikes – out. Skating – out. Yoga – too much stretching and opening, it’s out. Anything with jumping, fast movement or the opportunities for falls – out. Sigh.
I can’t even lift weights – although I need to check on that as there should be SOME things I can do if I am not engaging my core too much.
At the point in my life when it’s super important that I watch my health, I’m constrained to doing nearly nothing. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate.
(This rant brought to you by my annoyance at needing to schedule 1 hour of walking at a snails pace on the treadmill later today. Whoopee.)
