I played sports in high school – line drills, laps, relentless drills… all of it.
I’ve done aerobics, taken kickboxing lessons
Step class, pilates
Yoga, … a little weightlifting
But Lordamercy, none of it – NONE of it – compares to pushing a chubby 9 month old in a stroller while 6 months pregnant. I must have burned a million calories because in addition to being tired and sweaty, I ate like a horse when I got home. At least I didn’t try it on the farm’s dirt path – I stuck to the nice, smooth road. Maybe after the baby is born I can wear him in a sling and push the stroller too – and try – TRY- not to eat the contents of the Frigidaire when I get back home.