I love it when I see a bad-ass pregnant woman. You know the kind I'm talking about. The kind who doesn't put her entire life on hold just because she's carrying a child. She still wears dresses and heels. She still commutes to work every day. And she still spends her weekends doing stuff instead of sprawling out on the couch. But I think bad-assery crosses into the territory of bad idea-ery when a woman is rock climbing eight months into the game.
Aimee Roseborrough, a 36-year-old physical therapist, has been rock climbing for 14 years, and pregnancy wasn't/isn't going to slow her down. She rock climbed until she was 37 weeks in her first pregnancy, and now, at 34 weeks with her second child, she's still at it with no plans of slowing down.
Impressive. But is doing something you love more important than the safety of your child?
Pregnancy's hard. Believe me, I know. You're constantly uncomfortable. You always feel bloated. And your head doesn't stop spinning for a minute. At least mine doesn't. Doing something that you love, something that relaxes you, is more important now than ever -- which is why Aimee rock climbs. She told Good Morning America, "I do kind of get to forget that I'm so huge and, at times, uncomfortable ... it takes you to beautiful place." But, still, it just doesn't seem like the best idea.
What if, God forbid, Aimee slipped or fell? It sounds like she's an experienced climber, but stranger things have happened. Is it really worth putting your child in danger to get a little zen time? I can understand climbing earlier on in pregnancy -- when you're still a little more nimble. But when you've barely got any time to go? Not worth it, in my opinion. I'd stick to Pilates and yoga. I know it's not the same, but it's a hell of a lot safer.
Did you work out up to the very end of your pregnancy? Did you engage in any "iffy" activities?
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