Monday/ Tuesday: Swim, Run, and Yoga

Now, yesterday was a day of mental and physical malaise.  I had a bad night's sleep, Ivan melted down about going to the gym, two people told me that I looked "huge", and I had a little brownie meltdown that made me feel physically ill within 30 minutes of the binge.

But back to the two people who told me that I looked "huge" - let's never say that and here is why: I was going on a bad night's sleep and some seriously bad behavior from my child to begin with and telling me that I looked "huge" sort of put me in the state of mind to waltz back out to the parking lot and key cars or slash tires.  Or go all Winston Churchill and say that I will lose this 12 pounds of baby that I have gained, but you will still be: 1) socially incompetent, 2) physically hideous, 3) vile.

Now, here are how polite people have addressed my obvious state of confinement:
"You are so tiny, that I know that must be a baby bump"
"From the back, I would never have any idea  you were pregnant."
"Oh, you are pregnant, I had no idea.  You can't tell." (clearly a LIE, but I LOVE IT)

To those people who have uttered the above statements to me, you have earned a place of love in my heart that will never be quenched.  To those of you who have used the word "huge", don't look to me for help in a post-apocalyptic world.  If I end up with all the canned goods, you are SOL.

Anyway, I had a good swim, but was in a state of malaise that ended in furious needlepointing and an early bedtime.  Today was much lovlier: great sleep, a fun morning at the pool with friends, a great yoga session with Ivan finally perfecting downward dog, and a nice run.  It was good times.