At least I've gotten over that whole leaned back running style.
Ha ha. Just kidding, of course. No wonder my neck hurt at the end of the 13.1 miles last weekend.
And you wouldn't understand from this photo why I went to visit the Ob-Gyn on Tuesday.
My chief complaint: enlarged abdomen
As I have mentioned before, about every other day, someone asks me how far I am along or says that I look so cute pregnant. Thus, I becamse worried I had ovarian cancer causing bloating, or some sort of elarged uterus.
Diastasis recti has aslo been mentioned here as a possible explantion.
He examined my abdomen and laughed at my self-diagnosis of diastasis recti. "No way that's the explantion" he said confidently.
Move onto the internal exam and he says my ovaries were like two little walnuts (doctors love food analogies). Then he made a small cup with one hand and said my uterus could fit in it. I imagined my uterus being the size of a little, curled up mouse.
So, I left with no explanation, but most importantly the reassurance that nothing was terribly wrong.
The next morning, the pilates instructor greeted me with "your belly is growing so nicely!"
Can you blame me for not wanting to go out in public again?
Well, so much for that thought. There is a race tomorrow that will be run by the author of this blog and you will have to check back to find out what it is.