#goingintolabor

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Me after Thanksgiving though.

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Laboring Through

I fear my mind sometimes can only operate on one track.  Right now, A and I are in the middle of organizing another distance relay team and one could (and A would) say that I’ve been a wee bit obsessed.

  This past month, I’ve been overly preoccupied with recruiting runners for our team.  I desperately wanted a friend of mine to join, she being one half of a great couple who would be fun to spend a sweaty, woodsy weekend with.  When I asked her, she politely declined because, “Surprise!  We’re having a baby!”

  My mind said, “Fuck!” but luckily my mouth managed to squeak out a thin, “Congratulations!  Guess you don’t want to run pregnant, huh?”

  I read an article this morning about a woman who was training for a half marathon.  After a ten-miler, she experienced severe back pain she attributed to typical post-run soreness.  It was worse the next day so she went to the emergency room where she promptly gave birth to a six and a half pound baby, despite never gaining weight (yea running!) and her husband’s vasectomy.  The article doesn’t say whether he is a runner too, but you can draw your own conclusion.

  I had half a mind to email the article to the expecting couple, but thought that might be a little pathological.  And fortunately it’s unnecessary since A, who has been decidedly more laidback about this whole process, has found some great people to round out our team.  So it looks like, as of now, we are a fully manned crew (touch wood).

  Now if only my strange back pain would go away.  I jest!