Sixteen weeks today. Still not really showing; I just look a little thicker around the middle than I usually do. I’m up to 159 pounds, which is neither here nor there, since my normal weight fluctuates within a five pound range, depending on how much water I’m retaining.
I have just realized that my job for the next six months — nay, make that twenty-two years — is to act as a host organism to a developing parasite. For the next 24 weeks, this life form will grow and pulsate inside of me, sucking nourishment from my body, only to emerge, screaming, in an Alien-like drama of blood, slime and body fluids. Is that beautiful or what? 🙂
After that, it will slowly take over the apartment, and will need to be fed, clothed and educated to the tune of an average quarter million dollars from birth to age 18. (By the way, did you know that one Vancouver area pre-school program for one-year-olds — yes, one-year-olds — costs almost $18,000 per year in tuition?!)
Then hopefully, by the year 2033, with degree in hand, it will break free of its hosts and finally make its own way in the world.
2033? What have I gotten myself into? 🙂
And with that, we’re off to go sailing for the weekend, so no more posts until Monday. It’s never too early for the little sprout to start getting his or her sea legs.
5 rounds of: 20 kettlebell sumo deadlift high pulls (16 kg), 10 burpees, 20 V-sit-ups (which I modified by bending my legs, as V-ups don’t seem to be the most comfortable exercise right now) — 13 min 47 sec