I'm just 1-2 weeks away.
When I punch in for work every morning, my co-workers are like, " You're still here?"
It's funny most of the time, annoying some of the time.
People have asked me, whether I'm still excercising.
As scary as you may picture it, I still am. To some limitations la.
No , I'm not trying to look slim at my 9th month. I'm just trying to maintain my fitness so it wouldn't be so hard bouncing back post-natal. Also , I hate to see the faces of the nurses during my antenatal checkup scrunching up when the scale goes slightly off the estimated weekly gain.
They'll bold the wretched numbers in red with a big fat arrow pointing upwards. Not that I got that many reds but even once is a hard embarrassing lesson ( although I suspect the student nurse read the darn scale wrong because I had to get on and off at least five times untill finally she jotted down the reading).
I walk funny now. I remember once I saw a heavily pregnant woman in a shopping mall waddling away, and I was smirking to WW, " Why is she walking funny like that?"
Me and my big fat mouth.
What do I feel now?
Happy. Elated. Scared. Frustrated.
All in one ball.
Wish me luck guys.
I feel like I'm at the starting line of a race.