It is now 19 weeks and 5 days since Tiny’s being growing inside my emerging belly. Being pregnant is an interesting experience. It can be both the most incredible experience, and at the same time, have the most frustrating and helpless moments.
For the most part, I consider myself very lucky for having a smooth pregnancy, no sickness, no major energy lost, and not even unhealthy cravings. Tiny’s been good to mama 
As I write this sentence, I’ve already had my second fill of yogurt with raspberry. I think Tiny has officially entered the stage of bone-growth 2 weeks ago, it’s been craving for anything milk.
Before the first bowl of yogurt, I had already decided I should write this post today. I decided this on my jog to the store 30 minutes ago. Keeping a regular exercising routine is one of my major goals through this pregnancy. But it is not always easy to keep. Coming from a regular intensive workout routine, I had to make many changes since Tiny moved in. From boxing, sprinting and my all time favorite Total Athletic Conditioning class, I now bike around town, try to do yoga 3 times a week and hopefully squeeze in a short jog at least once a week. Now, only if life is always as rosy as we envision it.
My body has sped up the change two weeks ago. My sister-in-law had put it best, I was literally growing right in front of her eyes. On a rational level, I completely understand and even appreciate the changes I’m going through and that every mother must go through, but emotionally and psychologically, there is nothing rational about watching the process of yourself turning into a little whale, and then a bigger whale each day onwards for the next 4.5 months. Physically, I do have less energy, that or I have mentally told myself that I should have less energy. The mind is a powerful force! It’s like giving myself a 9-month lazy pass for whenever I feel lazy. While it is definitely convenient at times, the problem comes when I get into a lazy funk, like yesterday. I had a late start for yoga, then decided to take the day off, ended up spending most of it sitting in front of my laptop doing mostly unproductive things, and then moved lazy a$$ to the sofa and watched 3 episodes of the Amazing Race, China Rush. OK, I don’t really watch TV normally, let alone a ‘reality’ show, so the qualifier is that a big part of watching this was due to my friends being on it, so again I had a justifiable reason to watch this. The worst part though is as I was watching the show, I started craving for the McDonald’s curly fries and lemon honey glazed chicken wings and KFC’s breakfast sandwiches being advertised on the Chinese channel. I clearly knew that these were not even offered in the US, so then the urge became to rush to the nearest Jack in the Box, so I can chow down my all time favorite Spicy Crispy Chicken Sandwich, and I wasn’t even hungry. Can you just imagine the vicious cycle here, the lazier we allow us to get, the less productive we become, the more junk TV we might watch and the more unhealthy food we may start to crave from watching the beautifully photographed commercials during the break. Ohhh, I was really lingering on a scary edge of slipping down the slippery slope of loserville, wasn’t I?
Don’t worry, I didn’t go down that slope. That’s what I mean by lazy funk though. I can get lazy and even use the baby as an excuse to justify it, but ultimately my body and mind do not like to stay in that funk for too long. It craves for fresh air, it wants to break a sweat, feel the wind, and watch the fall leaves drift from the tree… Tiny, autumn is upon us!
Tiny @ 12 weeks
