Instead of running...

...I will doing this this weekend:

After an otherwise good doctor appointment this week, I finally got told "no more working out." I probably would have stopped running soon anyway (since my back has been bothering me a bit and carrying 30lbs up front and not taking medicine won't heal it very quickly), but I'm still sad about it.

I know the doctor is right that it's too hot/humid this time of year.
I know I'd lose my marbles on bed rest so it's best not to push my luck.
I know these last few weeks are critical for the boys to get bigger since most twins only make it 36 weeks.

I know, I know, I know, BUT it just sucks when you have the time, motivation, and energy to work out and get told you can't. Maybe it's the fact that I was an only child until I was 6, but I don't like being bossed around. I'm the bossy one, dammit.

The only child thing also makes me a little selfish, so I suppose it's time to get over that, hug a tree, and come to terms that my body is a vessel for the next month. I can run after they're born using my pimp stroller.

Running until almost 33 weeks certainly exceeded my goal, so I'm proud of that. Being active has helped keep me sane, healthy, happy, and relatively normal-sized. So long as your doctor approves, I will always be an advocate of doing as much as you feel you can throughout your pregnancy. Who knows what I'll blog about, but ice cream seems like a good place to start.

Granted, I have no intention of spiraling into a garbage-consuming sloth for the next month, but I will be having a DQ Oreo Blizzard this weekend for the first time in years.

Because my babies apparently need it.

I heart BOB

I love stuff, I love running, and I love babies, so it was only a matter of time before I pulled the trigger on a pimp jogging stroller. Meet the newest member of the family, BOB!

BOB is a very sexy red, but daaaamn it's big. The thing is a beast. But look how cute!

There's even mesh pockets on each side so they can bring their own little snacks. (Either that or hold Gu's for me. These boys need to earn their keep if I'm going to haul them all over the place.)

You can't walk with them until they're 8 weeks old, and you can't run with them until 8 months, but that will be perfect for fall walking and next spring training. (Why yes, Lincoln half marathon 2011, I do have my eye alllll over you.)

I really want to take it around the neighborhood, but I figure the giant tummy already draws enough attention without running around pushing a stroller full of faceless teddy bears. Maybe someone will let me borrow their kids? That might be weirder. Never mind. Perhaps I should just wait and admire it in my living room for now.

The rest of the weekend was filled with a wonderful family reunion/baby shower/father's day celebration. My adorable sister even came back in town! Pretty sure my size had her going home and taking 2 birth control pills that night. Just doing my part as the big sister.

32 week along- 4 to 6 weeks left- the countdown is on. Have a great week!

I (still) suck at yoga

I want to like yoga. I want to be good at yoga. I certainly get the appeal and benefit, but I'm terrible at it. Terrible. I've done several DVDs and even attended an official class last year where I got schooled by my own mother. Regular yoga is a massive FAIL, but maybe prenatal yoga would be better?

The first step was to select a DVD. After selecting one solely based on review stars received and cover photos, I saw one I couldn't resist:

ZenMama Yoga by Rainbau Mars.

Let me say that again: Rainbau Mars. I had to get it just to laugh at her stupid name for 45 minutes.

I'll spare you the details of how I get bored when I'm supposed to be breathing the gift of life from the core of the earth or some crap like that. I just can't take the zen, touchy-feely aspects of yoga seriously. I lose interest and am very easily distracted. That and I'm not really pregnant achy or sore (credit to still running 4x a week), so it didn't feel like it was doing much.

The only thing I could think of is how much these pregnant women need some maternity clothes.

First trimester Jenny and second trimester Rainbau clearly love to show off their little bumps, but look at third trimester Estelle:

Third trimester Estelle hated the mini crop top she was forced to wear. I felt for poor Estelle as she hopelessly tugged and pulled at the purple fabric. She looked like me in my pj top at night, but that's because I'm too cheap to buy new camis just for bed. It's very sexy, let me tell you.

I did feel a bit of kinship with her blatant bellybutton though. Funny that I got a few comments about my total outie last week. It doesn't bother me, but it makes my mom crazy. She tells me that she used to put a band-aid on hers every single time she sees me like the tip is new information. Cracks me up. It doesn't bother me at all now, but it better got back to normal when this is all done.

Anyway, the jury's still out if I'll keep up the prenatal yoga. I may keep it up just to laugh at cheesy Rainbau and yoga sucking me.

Best. Shower. Evah!

Not the sweaty, post-workout kind of shower (that was sooo last summer), but rather, the kind with a diaper wreath hanging on the front door:

And these all over the place:

A shower for my babies! With cupcakes! I seriously have the best friends ever. Which is shocking since I also have the best family, the best husband, and the cutest unborn children ever. I mean, what are the odds, right? Anyway, my friends threw down with perfectly coordinated decorations, entertaining games, generous gifts, millions of laughs and even a chocolate fountain. A CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN, people!

I was like a kid at Christmas the night before. Even woke up 30 minutes before my alarm that morning all giddy and went for a great run. Everything about the day was perfect, and I felt so incredibly blessed to be surrounded by so much love and support. I'm still a little terrified to do all this, but at least I have a closet full of adorable onsies to focus on for the time being. That and a few leftover cookies with frosted baby faces. Mmmm, cookies.

Here's some quick pics of just a few of the attendees. (And yes, this is the same shirt/jeans combo I wear every weekend. It fits. That's all I require.)

The rockstar hostesses: My girls since elementary school.

The in-laws: including my adorable nephew.

My college girls: the light pink one and I are in a baby race for mid-late July. Bring it on!

The grandma to be!

All in all, it was one of the best days of this entire pregnancy. Smiles, laughs, and tears all around. I'm one lucky girl.

"Full term", tagged, and National Running Day

"Full term"

Oh no, I'm not "full term" yet (still 6-7 weeks away), but my numbers would indicate such. Another excellent doctor's appointment today though. Everyone checked out perfect and I still have the green light to run. Yay! Highlights:

• My stomach is measuring 41 weeks pregnant (if I had one).
• I'm currently carrying over 6lbs of baby.

Awesome. The window of Adorably Pregnant may be closing very, very quickly. I'd post pictures, but just imagine these and these with 10 more days of growth. No wonder little kids stare at me in elevators.

Tagged

Cool chick Alma who recently had a baby at Average Woman's Running Blog was kind enough to pass along the award. Thanks! My 7 random things:

1. I'm always under a blanket at home. It's a pink Snuggie right now.
2. I hate yellow highlighters and refuse to even have them at my desk.
3. I can eat red grapes until I explode.
4. I will never turn down free pizza.
5. I only own heels and running shoes. Flats make me look stumpy.
6. I used to be able to sleep until noon. Then I got pregnant. Now I can't sleep past 9.
7. I've seen every episode of Friends at least a million times, yet I'll still watch it every time it's on.

I'm about the last person in blog world to play, so if you haven't done it and want to, I nominate you!

National Running Day

Did you know today was National Running Day? I certainly didn't until I started reading all your blogs. Running Day needs a better PR team. Anyway, the weather was beautiful here, and I made it out for a lovely 4 mile run and 2 mile walk with The Husband. It's still my legs that limit my speed and distance, but I'm dealing. My self consciousness and achy calves may be what ultimately sidelines me, and at almost 30 weeks, every day is more than I expected.

Hopefully you had a chance to enjoy National Running Day somehow too. If not, you have about an hour to get out there before midnight. Hurry!