Jana Pittman is track sprinting at 8-months pregnant.
“The size of a small car.”
That’s how a beloved friend described me when I was eight-months pregnant with my first child. And she wasn’t exaggerating. There was only one baby in there (and she turned out to be quite small), but I looked like I could easily house a professional couple, their fashionable only-child and a poodle.
I felt like my body took up every last inch of my clothes, my boobs were beyond restraint and my enormous, orbital shape took up every tiny skerrick of space in my world. And I was tired all the time.
And I felt like this even though I had no serious health complications, and I was reasonably “good” about not eating for two, going for walks, staying active (if, by active, you mean hauling my arse to and from work every day).
Let’s just be honest. Being very, very pregnant, is not a lot of fun.
Here’s another woman who is eight-months pregnant.
Don’t you, if you are pregnant right now, think that she must be a different species from you, some sort of magical, flying pregnancy unicorn?
That’s because she is.
This is Jana Pittman.
Elite athlete, mother-of-two (baby Emily was born on Monday, mum was still jogging on Sunday) training at eight months. Doing something called 200 metre tempo reps. One more look:
I salute her, and all the other pregnant runners, because there was no chance of me being able to drag my swollen self up and down a track at eight months. Pigs would certainly have flown faster. I would high-five her. But I probably wouldn’t be able to catch her, even now.