I never stopped.
I never stopped. Between my last pregnancy training session and my first postpartum training session was the brief span of five days. Considering my labor lasted twenty-two hours, that was only three days of rest before I was back at it again.
The whole answer:
I never stopped. I am relentless, peeling back layer after layer of pain and exertion in my yang sessions, humming myself into deep dreaming awareness for intentional yin. In the week leading up to Rumi's birth, I ran a thirty-mile week (even running seven minute miles a couple days before her arrival), climbed to 5.11, and conducted deep rest activities like nightly epsom baths, long massages, and listening to brainwaves. In the week after Rumi's birth I did a lot of walking, contrast baths, Sahrmann exercises, received acupuncture, climbed indoors and outdoors to 5.10d, and took a few runs.
And I recovered quickly and completely; feeling my energy reserves replenished at four days postpartum and by thirteen days postpartum no longer feeling 'postpartum'. My postpartum bleeding was never heavy and lasted only five days. I experienced no diastasis recti nor complications from the homebirth of Rumi. I never once peed my pants on a run.
There is no 'should' here, only an expansion of possibility. Myriad options are available to you, pregnant athlete, and many of them have nothing to do with discontinuing your mountain revelry.