Combining people not covering their mouths at work and Denver’s huge temperature swings the last few months, it was only a matter of time beforehand I got sick. As unfortunate as it is to be sick wile pregnant, there’s literally only so much sanitizing one can do.
Starting a new job, moving to a new city, and finding out that I was pregnant shortly after we arrived made moving to Denver a more difficult adjustment than we expected. Not only is the altitude hard enough to get acclimated to, but another huge part of my life that was going thru a change was my workout regimen.
Knock on wood, I haven’t gotten any new stretch marks during my first or second trimester (other than the ones that already existed on my thighs and hips). Granted, I still have a few months left, so anything is possible regardless of my current skin regimen.
Holy crap, I cannot believe I’m entering into the THIRD trimester. Although I’ve been pregnant for awhile now, it hasn’t felt more real than it does now. I finally have a tiny belly, I feel movement more often (especially when I eat spicy foods), I feel more energized than ever, and I’m scared shitless as we countdown for the next few months.
Out of all of the sports played, football and hockey are definitely my favorites. However, I LOVE going out or staying in and watching football, specifically my Patriots. Now that I permanently live with a Steelers fan, clearly there is a perpetual household rivalry. Luckily there’s something we agree on, delicious game day food.
Having my own children someday has both been exciting and terrifying to think about. Exciting for the obvious reasons, but terrifying because I knew that one day, I’d have to inevitably expose them to my whole family….a family that I’ve never felt quite apart of.
Holy hell. I thought my skin was super dry during the winter. However, my 27 winters in Chicago were nothing compared to the cold weather in Denver.