The first few times I thought it was because I had been drinking so much water but this is really becoming a problem. Every time I try to run I feel like I’m going to pee my pants. Not kidding. The first few times I felt this I was able to run about 1-1.5 miles before I had to get off the treadmill and run to the bathroom.
Last Friday when I tried to hop on the treadmill for a nice little run, thirty seconds in I had a moment of panic when I thought to myself, I’m going to be the girl that has an accident on the treadmill. I immediately hopped off and walked as fast as I could to the bathroom. I didn’t want to risk running and leaving a trail behind. I got safely into the stall and nothing. I didn’t have to go at all.
Apparently my melon sized uterus is just putting a lot of pressure on my poor bladder and the pounding motion of running is just too much for it. Just to be safe I jumped on a Precor machine and peddled away for the next 45 minutes, with no threat of accident.
Tonight I’m going to attempt to run again. I’m really worried that my uterus is putting to much pressure on my bladder and my days of running without peeing are over…that is until our little Peanut arrives. Or maybe I just need to pick up a package of Depends. My doctor said it’d probably happen, but I figured I’d have a few more months of running, even if it was interrupted by potty breaks.
If it is the end of my running days for now, not to worry I’m going to keep myself busy doing other forms of cardio. My prenatal yoga starts next week. I’m looking forward to that. I’m even trying to get myself psyched to put on a swimsuit and go run or swim at the rec center. Somehow the thought of squeezing my expanding belly into a swimsuit just is not super appealing.
P.S. Service for Artie were beautiful.
P.P.S. Belly totally popped and I’ve been feeling Peanut! New picture and update later this week.