Soooo, when J and I took our little chairlift ride up the mountain and the little disclaimer said, “Only those who are physically unable to walk down the mountain should ride the lift back down.” I thought: Physically unable? Me? What because I’m 7 months pregnant? NONSENSE! There shall be no riding down for this little mama. And so we hoofed it. Several people commented on my rotund belly that I was carrying down the mountain and little pride welled up inside of me as we passed them with speed.
Well, I’ll admit, pregnancy does change a few things. Like, apparently the extra weight in front puts a lot of extra strain on the back. Because after we got down and relaxed a little, the old back muscles had a chance to cool down and tighten up. When I went to move around again I was in some pretty intense pain. I took a hot shower, had J rub my back and got up and moving around again but nothing really touched it. That night I got hardly any sleep, the car ride home was torture, and I’ve been in pretty much constant contact with a heating pad ever since.
But would I do it again? You betcha! I’m THAT stubborn! :)