Not content to mellow out with prenatal yoga and other gentler forms of exercise, Amy Roseboro, a 36 year-old physical therapist and total badass, spends her leisure time scaling extreme rock face at Joshua Tree National Park. Now, in her eighth month of internal baby-carrying, Amy has shown no sign of slowing down. If anything, rock climbing offers her an escape from being pregnant. She says, "I do kind of get to forget that I'm so huge and, at times, uncomfortable." Understandable — watch her climb with such efficiency and you'll forget she's carrying a baby, too.
So before I got pregnant, I envisioned myself doing marathons up until the moment I gave birth. At the very least, I hadn't planned on giving up my pilates sessions and my speed-walking.
And then, in my freaking first trimester, my pelvic bones started to move. Cue agonizing pain just to walk. After months of physical therapy and long baths, the relief is only now starting to arrive, but just in time, I'm too humongous and too used to being idle to get back into exercise at this late stage of the game.
I'm dreadfully jealous of those women who maintain physical fitness during pregnancy. I feel like my body's been taken over and I have no control over it, which is really hard.