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I'm feeling good... if feeling bad means I'm feeling good. You know? I am tired. TIIIIIIIIRED. And I'm feeling faaaaaat. And inactive. Chubby, moooshy, and slovenly. But... my low impact life of non vigorousness has only just begun.

I'm hoping that I will be allowed to do a little bit of something maybe in the second and third trimester. After we can be a little bit more certain about things sticking.

Went to my co-worker's 50th birthday party last night. For the Bears game. Watched the Bears beat the Steelers. I don't follow football, really... so I mostly just hung out with Agnes, ate pizza, drank water, and took photos.

Me and dumpster.

Me and Nicky (the birthday boy) and Agnes. Agnes and I had to buy "BEARS" attire to wear to this thing.

  • Health data: Hours slept: 9

8:58 AM: Sooooooooooo. I went to bed at 10 PM last night. Slept til 8:20 this morning. Took an hour nap yesterday, and didn't do anything exciting or strenuous. I haven't been this tired since Ironman training. When I'm driving, I have to check the stop lights twice, to make sure they're actually green before I go through them. I am yawning left and right. 

Chris has a half marathon this morning, and I am not there. I slept. 

Some photos from my sober adventure Friday night:

Agnes and I split a cheese/meat tray. She's always good to split a snack. 

Here we are, the 4 of us, Friday night. 3 single ladies and me, the married preggo. Kiss

My hair is apparently expanding... much like it did in the 1980s. It's like a... black hole. Engulfing everything that dare cross its path. See how it's moving in on Nora's face? 

  • Health data: Hours slept: 10.5

Last night:

  • Health data: Hours slept: 10
That's the hope, at least. 
To that end, I sit softly, walk gingerly and do nothing but breathe and lay around for training.  
This is a very exciting triathlon blog. Wink
I may get my first chance to be a designated driver tonight. We're going out for happy hour after work and I'm thinking I'll probably end up driving my drunk friends around. For a little while, at least... until I start to fall asleep. Then I will force them into the car and make them go home at like 8:35 PM.
We get prescription cat food delivered 2x a year. It's the full supply and it lasts 6 months.

Our shipment arrived yesterday, and Molly has not let it leave her sight.
I went to bed last night and she was sitting on the box.
I woke up this morning and she was (still?) (again?) sitting on the box.
She is nothing if not food driven.

  • Health data: Hours slept: 9

7:17 AM: I fall asleep around 9 PM... It's like I get hit with a tranquilizer dart. You know how they do it in zoos to like, lions? They shoot 'em with the dart and then clean their teeth and poke around with them... as veterinarily (is that a word?) necessary? Yes. That's how I feel. I doze off and start drooling and snoring. It's an all encompassing exhaustion that is almost creepy. I'm sleeping 9+ hours a night, and I can barely keep myself awake at work. 

4:45 PM: 1 week down. Like 35 or so to go. So far no spotting. This is good, way better than last time. 


Oh look! It's Amy again! And Whitney! 

Here we are @ Kam's... a U of I bar... tailgating in the beer garden @ 10 am before the Illini game. We were in a "football block" with Phi Delta Theta, (fraternity) and apparently I didn't buy the football block "favor", which was that blue and white rugby shirt. I was wearing an orange and white number that I'm certain I borrowed from someone. Lots of hair. Check out my friendship bracelet. I actually did wear it until it fell off. That's what you're supposed to do, right? Well, that's what I was told. Cool

  • Health data: Hours slept: 9
That right there is the non vigorous, low impact mantra for today. 
Enjoy your hump day, everyone. Vigorously humping! Or whateveritis you find yourself doing today.

Me and Amy, October 21, 1995. This was her 25th birthday party at my condo. I got her that delightfully jingo-istic USA TEAM AMERICA sweatshirt. I wanted one for myself too, but it was freaking expensive! And it was big enough to fit a 7 foot tall man. Clothes were so... huge back then.

  • Health data: Hours slept: 8

7:22 AM: The cats are smothering me. I must smell different. They can't get close enough and if they're not sitting directly ON me, they are licking me. It's all cats all the time here. 

Chris is on litterbox duty, though. Not advised for pregnant women to hang around all that cat poo.

1:30 PM: I just taught a CPCU class for the first time, that's something different... I am usually taking a CPCU class. Honestly it's been years since I've done either. Whew. Sweaty armpits and tricky material. Standard deviations, bell curves, probabilities. Glad that's over. Now waiting to hear back from the doctor regarding my bloodwork. So many tests, so little time.

5:14 PM: Levels are perfect for my Last Menstrual Period. That's a relief. Now, the next hurdle is making it to 9/27/2013 arriving intact with a tiny Parker inside of me @ the early ultrasound.

Check this out: Photo from Bitch #2 taken by my friend, the multi talented Ali Engin. Ali started out as a triathlete, but after a pretty terrible achilles tendon injury, he pursued sports photography and has become a first class awesome sports photographer. 

You can certainly spot the afro. That's me, of course. Next to me in the dark blue is Schmize. Next to me in the light blue is Irish Peter. The kid banging on the drum is an elite runner from my old digs, and the winner of many a March Madness Half Marathon. 

I don't know where Chris is??

  • Health data: Hours slept: 9

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