At my first pre- natal appt I was still a little shell shocked.
This was not my plan. I just became a Triathlete for crying out loud. I was doing me.
I had big plans for the upcoming year. I had my 3 babies. I am done.
Are you sure I am pregnant? Yes, here is the heartbeat.
Can I still do all my rides and runs, can I race? NOPE . Your pregnant, take it easy !!
Did she really just say that? Yep !!
Complete denial. This can't be happening . I just ran 5 miles and rode my bike 15. I am all cute and in shape. Even got a little 4 pack going on. ( Lost 2 somewhere in between the other 3 pregnancies )
No, this is not even possible. I was careful. We looked at the calendar. How did this happen.
Apparently training like a mad women 6 days a week my have screwed up my cycle. Yes, I should have had a red flag when the week of the Irongirl things were "off".
Okay TOTAL ass right here, right? Right!
How selfish of me to think this way.
That night I got home. Washed my ever so puffy face ( crying, its not good for the face) put on my hot little spandex running shorts and my tight little sports shirt, laced up my shoes and went out for a pitty run. I felt great, what do you mean I can't run?! I am Pregnant not disabled.
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