19 miles and some drama

Soooo. We did our ride today and ended up going 19 miles instead of 15. The majority of it felt good despite being in the heat. At mile 9 (after two big hills, one I had to walk up) we stopped and got to see a calf castrated and branded. That was cool. Then I stood up. That wasn't cool. I was so sick to my stomach and dizzy. It took my lame ass 30 minutes maybe? to go 3 miles. I had to keep getting off the bike and letting my body get oriented again. At mile 12 we stopped at the Shopette and got some new water and an energy bar for me. We sat there for maybe 30 minutes too. Then I got my second wind, got back on the bike and managed to swiftly move for the remaining 7 miles.

I wonder how much of the drama was just my paranoia that I did something to the baby? I feel fine now, great actually. I came home, laid on the floor and felt the baby move around (I think she's pissed because there is a flurry of activity in there) which made me feel better. I didn't want to kill her or brain damage her or something hypochondriac stupid like that.

Now Darrell is making brunch and then we are going to go to the pool. It is well deserved for the both of us.

Tomorrow's Bike Ride

So...Darrell has his new bike. To celebrate we are going to go on a bike ride tomorrow morning. I plan to do only 15 miles and I know that isn't much to those of you who do 20 miles after work, but guess what? I'm pregnant and getting slow. Blahhahahahaha

And I eat alot.

I'll post later about how it went. Should be smooth because I got a tune up on my bike that I never got after the first month of riding. And Darrell should be speedier than he was on the hybrid so that'll make the ride more pleasurable. Then I plan to come home and make breakfast and nap. Wooooo.

On the baby front:
-I have my big ultrasound Tuesday at 8AM. If I can figure it out I will post a cute picture, because babies are just damned cute.
-I discovered baby registries which is like shopping without spending money. Oh but I walk out of the store empty handed. The satisfaction, however, of tagging barcodes with a handy dandy machine replaces the need to buy things.
-I have started to buy things like diapers, wipes, onesies, and miscellaneous stuff. I bought a baby bath tub today, a two packs of Luvs, and an extra pack of wipes, and 6 onesies.
-Debating the best baby bottle. WTF? I used to debate the best beer.
-I want a beer.

Ugh

So I just saw a picture online of a woman I grew up with. Ugh. Really?
I feel less of a fit woman. It in a weird jealousy woman kind of way has motivated me. I refuse to be a slovenly pregnant woman who in turn remains slovenly once she gives birth. Ugh.

Went on a bike ride recently where I smoked Darrell on his hybrid. He promptly returned the hybrid to Dick's for a full refund and put a Trek 1200 60 cm fit just for him on lay away. We have only $266 left to pay on it and then it is all his.

My bike needs a tune up. I never took it in for its month check up so I've gotta get around to that. Might possibly go for a ride early in the morning just for the hell of it. Darrell hurt his back playing football this morning and is laid up in bed so it'll be me all alone.

I wanted to go to the gym tonight but I was just so tired. And I need to eat better. I've been eating like shit because I felt like I deserved it. I've noticed that Cletus the Fetus' only source of veggies is limited to V8's. I'm a bad mother. Baaaaad.