Here we are at 24 weeks. My baby is an ear of corn this week and she has now begun to keep me up at night with her kicking-twirling-somersaulting antics. I also eat roughly 7 meals a day, no more than 1 1/2 to 2 hours apart. Said eating habits have convinced me to resume working out. (This is more directly related to me trying on some ill-fitting maternity clothes). I'm doing yoga everyday, walk-running 3 times a week, and I'm even going to try to do some strength training 2 days a week. I feel fantastic, although my back has been hurting pretty bad, but I'm convinced that it is mostly because my muscles have atrophied and I need to get them back into working order.

I could not be working out like this without Kyle. He gave me a pep-talk (after the ill-fitting maternity clothes incident) and told me he would set all of my workout stuff up for me and clean it up when I was done, if I was too tired to do it. He also tells me he's proud of me no less than three times a day. I mean this both literally and figuratively: I could not be pregnant without him. I love him!

And, if we're all lucky, he'll post pictures and his very own post (!) about our Saturday adventure soon!