Maybe not the brightest idea two pregnant chicks have ever had, but my friend Amber (who’s due a mere two days before me) and I decided to attempt to beat the heat and take a 9am hike down Runyon Canyon this morning. (We failed. It was freakin’ 100 degrees by the time 9:30 rolled around.)
Sophie ran ahead in search of shade and opted for rolling in the dirt over drinking water, while Madden, desperate to follow the hound into the shade of the cacti, seemed a little less likely than usual to take off on me if I unleashed her. Sadly I decided that being 7 mos pregnant, and sweating my [gigantic] ass off were probably not the appropriate melding of circumstances to start experimenting with Maddie’s off-leash abilities.
Hiking Runyon on a Saturday morning isn’t something I often do, but today A & I felt like we were crowd favorites running the final mile of the NY marathon as we made our way down the hill. I think the sight of our two pregnant bellies bobbing while we waddled down the path was too amusing for passersby not to comment on. Every few steps we’d get an encouraging “you girls look great!” or “keep up the good work!” (thankfully no one stopped to tell us we were “all belly” or touch us inappropriately.) It’s nice to feel like people are supporting your efforts when your face looks like a hot-house tomato and you’ve got a pool of sweat gathering atop your 7 month baby bump. I’ve never been called “cute” or “adorable” so many times in a single hour. I rather liked it.
Being that we were in Hollywood, of course, more than once we had to shield our eyes from the svelte figures of starlets-in-training jogging past us in their hot pants and sports bras, looking all fabulous and shit – barely breaking a sweat. Bitches. May you all get pregnant and grow bellies like mine.
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