is getting closer.

I’m still battling “morning sickness” a few days a week, but in between I’ve had more energy. Enough energy, actually, to start working out again. As I’m stuck at home with out any adults to talk to, Lisa Hart (FitMama Prenatal Workout) and Denise Austin (Fit and Firm Pregnancy) are my two new best friends.

I’ve worked out to FitMama for the previous two pregnancies and love her. The workout is a little repetitive, but that means I don’t have to think too hard. This is a good thing as I’m salsa dancing while keeping Kiah away from the steps and Hadessah from doing whatever Hadessah would do if she were unencumbered by  parental restraint. Denise Austin is super perky and either humorous or annoying depending on my mood.   In any case, I’m moving instead of moaning. This is a must to compensate for the fact that I’ve had to shove food in my mouth every twenty minutes to curb nausea. I have never eaten so much in my life!

Whether it’s the high-hos or the baby, I can not fit into my “normal” jeans any longer. I’m 12 weeks and I’ve already popped.  I guess that comes along with the third pregnancy. I’m excited to approach the second trimester.  How sweet it is! With Denise telling me what a great job I’m doing every five seconds and Lisa telling me I’m sexy I’m either on the brink of developing an inflated sense of self-esteem or a complex. Oh well! I’ve resolved to enjoy myself! As long as the blinds are closed and NO ONE sees how ridiculous I look doing the samba.