We almost made it. The Crumpler and I were trying to hold out on turning on the air conditioning until June. It was 10pm last night, after a long, sticky day of sweating, and we totally caved. Close enough.
Speaking of coolness, I’ve been making some headway on the nursery underwater mural. It’s not terriby realistic, unless there are smiley-faced, googly-eyed starfish, crabs and jelly fish in real life that I’m not aware of. The sea critter painting is a process. I start with a chalk drawing to outline the shape, which I then paint white for a primer effect to allow the multi-colored creatures pop off of the blue/green background, paint the main color of the item, then go back in for the details. There are things on the walls at varying degrees of completion.
I tried to stay cool–er, or, at least not too hot when I ran today. It’s gotten warm and humid this weekend. I really should have gotten my butt out the door a little earlier, but I think I took enough mini breaks and stayed relaxed enough to be good to the fetus. I didn’t ever feel that super-hot, can’t cool off feeling that’s familiar to triathletes doing hot weather runs. I felt him moving several times within 30 minutes of finishing and that’s the standard they suggest in Exercising Through Pregnancy by James Clapp. Where I’m beginning to have issues is some soreness in my uterus-supporting ligaments. I used the new under-belly support belt, but I’m not convinced it made much of a difference. I’m not ready to give up on running yet, but there’s more and more to be careful about. Don’t even say the word treadmill. Yick. I would have to join a gym for that. We’ll see. Taking it a day at a time.
Here I am posing for the latest belly pic post-run in front of the crib. We’re just under 26 weeks.