The third part of my pregnancy journey with CrossFit follows my triumphs and tribulations during my last trimester. Being pregnant is a tough gig at the best of times. The body is an amazing thing that creates life and endures great pains to achieve that. No one warned me that the second time around the pelvic pain came a lot sooner or that getting out of bed was a lot harder. I felt like a turtle stuck on its back. I still had a long way to go so no matter how annoying the aches and niggles I had to get myself to the gym as often as I could. I knew in the long run it would pay off.
In my third trimester I felt I was achieving great things. I finished a 5km fun run (in my case it was a waddle). We did the CrossFit total when I was 33 weeks. The is the 1 rep max backsquat, shoulder press and deadlift. My total kilograms lifted was 190. 70kg back squat 80kg deadlift and 40kg shoulder press. I was so proud of this. There was a photo taken of me doing an overhead lift and posted on facebook. I received so many messages of concern. Should you be doing that? Is that safe? I don’t think a pregnant woman so lift weights. I was constantly having to defend myself and my actions. Its so sad that active women feel that they are doing the wrong thing because society frowns upon it. People are just afraid of what they don’t understand. I would never push myself to the point wear my baby may be harmed, nor would my coaches allow it. My midwife and doctor were constantly praising me for keeping active and really that is all the approval I needed.
I wanted to show women that pregnancy and motherhood were not an excuse to give up on yourself and become overweight. It is a new journey and I never wanted to be that mum that sits on the side of the pool when the kids are swimming, I want to be the mum racing them from one side to the other. I had reached the stage where my bump even got in the way of rowing. I modified this so that I was going on a short waddle rather than running or rowing. I kept this up until I was 37 weeks. It was the middle of summer, I was struggling to breathe walking from the car to the house because my little torso was very squished. I was still going into the gym everyday to see my mates and have a chat.
On February 17th, at 39 weeks I woke up with cramps… this was it…
To be continued