Why is my blogger at school in Turkish?
Some kid's been messing with my computer. My google screen even comes up in Turkish. I've tried to change it back, but I can't.
I'm starting to pick up a few words, at least.
Anyway, my doctor knocked some sense into me yesterday as we got to hear the heartbeat again--yay! I don't think it will ever stop being cool. On the negative side, I've been obsessing about my weight (big shocker there) as the books I've been reading say you're supposed to gain "2-4 pounds in the first trimester."
Ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Not even close.
But the thing is, I've been eating REALLY well lately--I see stories of people having huge fast food binges or Ben and Jerry's benders, and that's not me. I do have the occasional Mitchell's Sundae (for those of you who don't live in Cleveland, allow me to explain. It's the best damn ice cream around, and I think it even has surpassed Graeter's in my book which is HARD TO DO. I am quite the ice cream connoisseur.) Now that the nausea's gone, I have been really getting back to the organic fruits and veggies and whole grains and stuff.
But my NUMBER on the scale just SOUNDS way too big to me. Agh! My friends at work assured me that it's largely water weight and that I don't LOOK like I weigh the number. (See? I can't even type it. It's that big) I guess I just am still scared about that a bit. The doc told me exactly what my friends have told me...it's largely water weight, and I'm a very fit person, and I will be fine. I'm eating healthy, and I'm doing some easy workouts 4-5 times a week. What else could I possibly do? Relax, she said. She said my weight gain is fine, so I am trying to relax.
It's just hard to see it climb so fast when I fought so hard to get it down, you know?
Wil assured me that I have nothing to worry about, too, and that I'll leave a lot in the delivery room. (Sorry if that's TMI. Remember, I don't want to know the details, either.)
It makes me laugh a bit at how much this kid's already changing me. For instance, the "plan" is usually to run X amount of miles per week, hold my tempo pace at this pace, swim this amount of yardage, and climb Y amount of hills. And I do that really well.
The "plan" this year on paper is to gain X amount of weight in the first trimester, Y amount in the second, and I don't even know in the third. But, from what the doctor says and from what my wise buddies say, if that baby wants my body to gain 7 pounds in one month, then that's what's going to happen. I don't have a whole freakin' lot of say in the matter.
It's pretty amazing, when you think about it. I thrive on telling my body what to do each day--that's what got me to the finish line of an Ironman. And this whole thing really is forcing me to realize that I have NO WAY TO DO THAT...but it's still working. The baby is supposedly the size of a large onion right now. And I didn't tell my body to do anything.
It just did it.
I think I'll remember that next year when I'm training and racing again. Sometimes, you just gotta shut up and go. The body will do what you need it to do. Quit worrying about it!
In the meantime, I'm going to try really hard to stop asking Matt if "I really look like I weigh ______ pounds." He's doing really well at the knee-jerk quick NO-OF-COURSE-NOT, but even patient Matt is about ready to smack me.
(And I probably wouldn't blame him.)