Forty-one weeks of bike commuting
Now HERE is a woman to aspire to be. April is a person who has moved to the top of my, ‘Woman who inspire me’ list since I moved to San Antonio. There are many reasons, the biggest being her journey to develop a distinctly unique lifestyle that is based in the strongest version of femininity I have witnessed. Another was her journey during her pregnancy. This is one story I thought would be special for her to share considering the underlying theme for this blog: Bikes:) However, i believe she could write a book of her experience and life’s journey that could keep you on the edge of your seat for days. Anyway, here she is in all her gliding glory:
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“For a while, it wasn’t obvious. It was winter, or at least what passes for one in San Antonio, and I was wearing a shapeless jacket. Once the balmy temperatures of March rolled around, though, the jacket came off and passing drivers started to notice. I would see their heads crane around and could almost see the thought bubbles popping up above their cars: “Is she…?” Yes, yes, she was. That was a very pregnant lady, still pedaling to work every day. I went into labor on a Thursday, and rode my bike on the Tuesday prior. I hasten to add that I would have ridden Wednesday, too, but I needed to take my laptop home and I was getting a bit lazy about lugging around that much weight on my front and my back. I almost went into labor on my bike. I had ridden to the downtown public library to check out a book on attachment parenting, and on the way back I started to feel some twinges. “I really hope this is the start of labor,” I thought, “Because that would make a great story.” (It wasn’t. The stubborn boy hung on for a whole extra week.) I imagine that some of those people riding past me were aghast, thinking “Is that safe?” I worried about it a bit, too, of course, because pregnant women are pretty much required to worry about everything they do. I made sure to mention at every appointment with my midwife when she asked about what exercise I was getting. After a while, I started adding, “Is that still okay?” The midwife would look at me with that calm demeanor of hers. “Do you feel like it’s okay?” she asked. I nodded. “If you start feeling like your balance is off, then stop.” It was really as simple as that. I rode my bike before I was pregnant, so I rode my bike while I was pregnant. My advice, in addition to echoing the wonderful simplicity of my midwife’s (trust your body!) is to switch to a cruiser bike. I was bonking my belly with my knees for a while before I figured that one out.”
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