So I was thinking yesterday that if I'd known going into pregnancy that the first 3 months would be easy, that I wouldn't be showing or gaining any weight, that I'd still be working out and running (slower, but still running) and cycling and lifting, that a lot of the fears wouldn't have been there. Nine months sounds like a long time to put your life on hold, however good the reasons for it may be. Six months (or, dare I hope for 5? 4?), that's doable. At almost 14 weeks, today I went on a 37 mile bike ride and Sunday I'm going to do a half marathon. And I just feel...normal. Good.
This video is inspiring (at least to a pregnant girl afraid of becoming too fat):