Guess what, dumbass? You're pregnant.

I have a problem with mediocre. When I send Christmas cards, I make my own and I throw away the ones with mistakes. My decorated cookies need to look professional. When I clean the house, I wash the baseboards. Same happens in the gym. I spent so long making fun of the cardio addicts and half-assers at the gym when I was competing that it is hard for me to find an 'off switch'. Recently, I participated in a workout with my sister in law, my husband, and a few other folks. Once Jesse committed to the workout, I was committed to beating him at it. I lunged faster, ran harder, did much better deadlifts, and managed to come in on his heels. For the next 4 days, I could hardly walk. That was the first time that I said to myself 'Guess what, dumbass? You're pregnant.'
I also have trouble asking for help (GASP!). I'm not the kind of girl who gets valet parking or waits for some guy to move my luggage for me. I guess it's the youngest child syndrome, and I still have a major case of the 'I can do it myself-itis'. I was at the vet the other day to pick up Webb's $4000 per serving hypoallergenic yuppy puppy dog food, chatting up the lady behind the counter. After the (large, strapping, handsome) vet tech brought the bag out, and I paid, I picked up the 36lb bag and threw it over my shoulder like I always do. It didn't occur to me until mid-toss that, 1) that didn't feel so good and 2)oh yeah, I'm still pregnant. Dumbass.
Everyone gets into a rhythm at work where certain tasks become routine. Same with personal training. I have certain ways I breakdown and demonstrate exercises, and with group fitness, it's almost like a script. I have to speak efficiently and quickly, and I rely on physical demonstrations to make sure that everyone understands the exercises. About a week ago, I was preparing to demonstrate a suspended plank on the TRX. After I got my feet into the TRX, I realized that I normally roll onto my stomach before going into plank. Uh oh. Literally, I was in front of 20 people with my feet dangling, thinking... OH SHIT! What do I do? I was somehow able to whip myself around from seated to plank without lying on the floor (whew!) but I still felt like a dumbass.

It seems like with all the baby stuff in the house and the physical changes, the fact that I'm pregnant would be ingrained by now. Feeling the baby move should make it all real, right? I think I'm still in complete disbelief! By the time I get used to this idea, Tyson will probably be in Kindergarten.