It has been weeks, nay, months, since my last round of golf. The league has finished for the year and I was unable to play in even one championship round. It was a combination of things, but mostly not having a baby sitter. We also had friends visit, or went out of town ourselves, or I had doctor's appointments for this growing baby.
The baby. It's HUGE already. Or I am, at least. He's so active in there that he might come out super tiny from all his calisthenics (he is insanely active). At first I didn't believe whomever told me that you get larger with your second pregnancy, but it is SO true. I didn't really gain a lot of weight early on like I did the first time, but I have truly popped this last month to the point where I think I'm as big now at only 7 months as I was when my first was "fully cooked." Oh well. My mindset about weight gain and pregnancy is that there is only so much you can control -- you can do everything "right" and still feel like you're doing wrong, or everything "wrong" and be just fine. And now that I've experienced a second pregnancy that has been so different from the first, I definitely know that for 40 weeks my body is doing what it needs to and I'm just along for the ride.
So much happened since my last post. The legendary Arnold Palmer passed away, and the Ryder Cup was won by the Americans in thrilling fashion. And like my actual golf game, life just kept me away from my laptop to comment.
I will say again, though, that anyone who watched the Olympics and also watched the Ryder Cup knows that match play would make the Olympics WAY better. The rivalry was intense and so much fun to witness.
The hardest part about not playing golf for so long is how guilty I feel about it, which is a weird thing to feel. It's like neglecting an old friend, saying you'll "call her soon," but not doing it. I was so happy for those few months this summer that I was getting to play not just occasionally, but weekly, but as soon as it became clear that life was taking back control, I felt so ashamed. Not to mention that I had such high hopes of being a competitor in my league, which didn't pan out at all.
So who knows if I'll get to play in this gorgeous fall weather? I certainly hope to. While I might take golf for granted, she doesn't ever turn her back on me and will always be there when I can make time.