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.