Children were not in my game plan. I always told my husband let's not and just travel and do everything we want to do. He agreed too. Well, we made a whoops, and after I was already past the first trimester and found bump forming in my lower abdomen I realized what had happened... I cried... I couldn't control myself and looked up ways to have a miscarriage... I was horrible. I wouldn't go through an abortion, but I didn't want this... I was in the best shape of my life, up for a promotion at the gym I worked at, and had lots of fitness goals, dream vacations, and things planned... all to watch is go it would seem. My husband was so excited! He secretly wanted to be a father and went with what I said just because... I had no one to turn to. Now, my promotion is on hold, I still instruct and workout, but it's getting hard... I'm expanding and hate it.. I'm 28 weeks now.. The final stretch. At 24 weeks I ran a half marathon obstacle race when everyone said I couldn't, and I was asked to run a full marathon race 1.5 months after my due date, "if I feel up for it." several people commented on this public post saying I should just watch, and no way I can do that, and why would I want to leave my son for that long of time to run this race, and what an insane thing to ask her to do, she will never be ready and prepared for that... I hate that these people might be right... I'm not who I was because I have this small human forming in me that keeps me from training, pushing my limits, lifting like I used to, running like I used to, being in shape and strong... And now even after I give birth, it hit me, it won't end in 12 weeks... You'll still be unable to be you and will have to start all over and it will be harder and take longer and all because now it can't be all about you... I'm 100% not ready for that. I try to talk to the little one in me, I want to love it now, I want to be happy, but find myself asking it to stop kicking, and stop ruining my workout. I'm 100% selfish, mad, and crushed. I don't want to be, I want to love it, be happy and be okay with my body shape and condition... I need help, or to at least know I'm not the only one struggling with this. I cry all the time, wish things were different... I want to stop crying...