Sunday was a day of many "firsts" for me:
It was the first time I ran 26.2 miles.
It was the first time I won a medal for something that didn't involve me spelling anything.
It was the first time I used a port-o-potty 7 times in one day and still managed to pee my shorts a little.
It was the first (and last) time I used a port-o-potty 7 times in one day.
It was the first time I ate four pretzels and a banana out of some lady's Tupperware in Chinatown.
But the biggest and most exciting of those firsts was that I did all of it with a 12 week old baby in my belly!
Some of you are probably in shock, "SHE ATE PRETZELS OUT OF A STRANGER'S BOWL WHILE SHE WAS PREGNANT?"
The other half of you are probably thinking "HOW did she become pregnant?" And I'm 100% ok with explaining it to you but just know that it starts off with "When a man loves a woman..." and if you are anything like me when I was 10 and first heard those words, you will run out of the room bawling hysterically.
So heads up for a few more firsts coming your way in the next few months. SPOILER ALERT: The first time I fit into a B cup. The first time I look down and see cankles where my ankles used to be. The first time I shoot milk out of my boobs...the usual deeply analytical and educational material I assume you get from these posts.