Billie is running the 10 mile Run For The Water this weekend. I am not. Which is probably sensible given that I’m 37 weeks pregnant and all that. But I keep wondering how I’m going to manage to drag myself back to fitness the other side of this pregnancy; how am I ever going to run 10 miles ever again?
I’ve been relatively good about staying active during this pregnancy, so I’m hoping that will help. But who knows.
I know from last time around that a new baby turns life upside down, and it takes time to re-find an equilibrium. And this time around, it’s not just my life and Mark’s life that will need to be rebalanced, it’s also Alexander’s life. And poor Rosieposie’s life. But people do this all the time, right? We’ll manage somehow.