And no, before you chide me, I did NOT ride on the roads - the bike trail goes basically from my kitchen door to the front door of my work. Only two roads to cross, and I walked my bike like a good little pedestrian.
I didn't really think about it as being a big deal, but apparently everyone else did. I now have the awe and respect of all of my colleagues and the new title "Bad-ass".
Not to mention that I do have a bad ass. You know the feeling right? The first time in a long time that slim little ever-so-slightly-padded saddle that fits the "sit" bones so perfectly snuggles in for miles of ride, and the next day you want to die every time you sit on a hard surface. That is what they make bike shorts for, after all. But me, I decided I didn't want to wear bike shorts (read: couldn't - because they don't make maternity cycling gear!). But I digress...
I don't think that people should be so shocked at a big pregnant lady being active. I mean, every time I do something, peoples' (non-pregnant people of course) reactions are: "Really!? You walk around Greenlake?" or "You still go to the gym?" And then there's the "Good for you!" gratuitously thrown in there. As if it's a feat for me to even get out of bed in the morning! Way to be pregnant and a functioning member of society at the same time! According to my doctor I should probably still be able to run around Greenlake with a 7 minute mile for heaven's sake!
The incredulity I deserve is: "Really? You can keep up with a husband that makes THAT much laundry and dirties every dish in the cupboard every time he enters the kitchen?"
In that respect, I really am a bad-ass.