Marie is exhausted. She’s getting up six times a night for bathroom visits. On Friday morning, Marie’s Apple watch informed her that she got 27 minutes of deep sleep. She’s tired all the time. She is less independent by the hour. By 3:30 PM, Marie can barely complete sentences. We’re not quite there yet, but I’m expecting a moment when she just points at something and says “That,” indicating that she wants me to fetch. I have to put her socks on and take them off. She’s slower. She has less endurance. That may seem like an obvious and unnecessary observation, but just two weeks ago, she was approaching ten miles on her morning runs. She was considering signing up for a half-marathon in month nine of her pregnancy. No longer. Her gait has changed. She now waddles. Her belly is now approximately 15% of her body mass so she’s leaning back whenever she moves. Her back hurts. Her legs hurt. Her breasts, her hips, her feet. Hurt.
I may waddle through Costco, but I can still run 5 miles like normal...