today, while most people were in downtown Tampa at the Gasparilla parade, drinking in the streets and partaking in the debauchery of the pirates taking over the city, Tim and I went to Upper Tampa Bay Park for a picnic and hike because let's face it: alcohol and wandering the streets aimlessly is no fun for a woman that is thirty-five weeks pregnant.
and oh, am I pregnant. mostly, I really work at staying upbeat about pregnancy. and as of tomorrow, I only have five weeks left (that's only thirty-five days) that I have to continue on the downswing. and the downswing is really, really difficult. there is an entirely different kind of strength that a woman has to find to keep her bearing about things, but maybe it's just me.
and it could be. before I got pregnant, I had abs and strength for days, and now, I cannot even sit up on my own. and another thing: