32 weeks...

This was my last week of officially teaching my kickboxing classes! I was full of nervous energy when I walked into my Monday night class but the nerves went away as soon as I started to teach. I felt wonderful punching and kicking my heart out! My smile shined as I enjoyed my last hour of leading this amazing group of students I had worked with for the last 5 years. Even though I will only be away for a few months, this last class was the beginning of a new chapter for me. I leave, just a teacher and I will return as a mom!! So crazy…

This week, I had been thinking a lot about how life was going to change after the baby. I know I would still strive for my goals but there were so many unanswered questions that caused a few moments of uncertainty for me. I wondered about my effectiveness as a trainer, teacher and motivator and how that might change after the birth of my baby. It’s amazing how God knows exactly what you are thinking and exactly what you need to encourage you! He literally gave me a personal reminder EVERY DAY that week of how I am loved, walking in my purpose, helping others and living out my dreams. Monday night, after teaching my class, I received a card from a student who thanked me for helping her to find her love for fitness again. Tuesday, I had coffee with a client who I started with 3 years ago. She told me how training with me transformed her body and gave her a passion for fitness. She is doing things now that she never thought she could! Wednesday, one of my middle school students randomly brought my roses from her garden and a hand-made card to tell me that she appreciated me as her PE teacher. Thursday, I taught my final Cardio Combo class and my students presented me with a beautiful gift for my baby. Friday, I was on cloud nine the entire day and just thankful for the confirmation that I was making a difference and LOVING it!

As far as my body, everyday it feels like I grow a little more...but that’s what’s supposed to be happening! I laugh when I see my shadow and at the fact that I can barely see my feet. The baby’s movements are a lot less “punchy” but more often feel like he is dragging something across my belly. I feel turns and see random “feet” or “elbows” making my stomach jut out. I love feeling him move, except when he sticks his foot into my rib LOL

Another week down, kind of feel like this was the calm before the storm…