Energy

13 weeks, 2 days

Supposedly my morning sickness is going to subside soon. It hasn't yet if this morning was any indication, but thankfully I have figured out the life hack of taking a small bite of a granola bar in the morning to ease up the symptoms. Mitch is usually up first, so he'll throw one to me while I'm still in bed and he's making coffee in the kitchen.

Milo and I are at Preserve & Gather again . . . I seem to come here a lot lately. One of the owners, Cayla, just had her baby, so I'll have to let her know what this place has come to mean to me during my own pregnancy.  It has encouraged me to pause and breathe, to feel a small sense of community.  I'm using up one of two days that I have for a mental health day; trying to be more gentle with myself.

On weekends I've been taking it easy. Aside from occasionally visiting with friends, I'm making a routine of Spin Cycle every Sunday, and starting two weekends ago I started swimming again on Saturdays.  I'd stopped going to the gym this summer when the weather so nice (biking + hiking were my jam), but now that we're transitioning to the Fall, the colder weather + carrying a fetus makes me a little wary of getting on the road. But I do miss that feeling of being on my own bike.  It grounds me.

I feel immensely grateful that I'm still able to exercise and feel energized from it.  I always look forward to fueling up after Spin, too, with a veggie quesadilla at the Ballard farmer's market.  And because I still find joy in little things like this, I've have concluded that I don't necessarily have perinatal depression.

Friends help, though.  They help me a lot.