29/07/2026
For all expectant mums who want to — and can safely — stay active, here’s what I did when I found out I was expecting my third.
I continued doing what I usually do.
As long as I felt comfortable, pain-free and safe, I kept showing up at the gym. I cycled until I couldn’t any longer, dialling it down on the days when I was completely out of breath. I practised Yin yoga with plenty of props, holding poses for as long as felt good and right for my body. I constantly checked in with my pelvic floor, especially given my previous prolapse. And, of course, I continued teaching, which kept me moving for as long as I was able.
I stopped giving a st.**
Bringing a bump to the weights rack was usually met with either “major respect” or some dubious side-eye. Either way, I stopped caring.
I went through that awkward stage where you’re clearly beginning to show, but not enough for it to be obvious. Again, I stopped caring what it might look like.
Some days I found it hard to choose what to wear and felt like I needed to cover my bump. But that conversation in my head almost always ended with:
“I’m going to the gym to keep myself strong. Forget what you look like.”
I was giving my body the movement it needed, carrying my bump with pride, and preparing for one of the biggest physical challenges of my life.
That’s all that mattered. ❤️
