This baby will totally be late. Like me.
Still nothing....3 more days until the "official" due date, but I'm calling it now: LATE, my friends. Don't hold your breath. This is a product of Matt and I, and I should know.
Anyway, I gave up trying to sleep around 4:17am this morning and picked up the book I started last night: The Help. It is really, REALLY good. And I have this thing about books--I read RIDICULOUSLY fast (like, to the point where no one believes I'm really reading it) and I can't put things down until I know how they end. Which is a problem if it's long. I read Sarah's Key in 3 hours and 10 minutes. STRAIGHT. I had to. Now, I started The Help last night around 8:30 and currently, after this morning's 2 hours, I am on page 248. I swear I am actually reading it. Around 7:30, I gave up, and went to Panera to get bagels. Here it is, 8:32am, and Matt and Bug are still sleeping.
Last night, perhaps because I am the size of a walrus, I found myself thinking about how I'm going to get my body back. I'm definitely a little worried about 2 kids, as I've stated before. And people who love to tell me how "hard it will be" are starting to drive me nuts. (Thanks, by the way, to people out there kickin' it with 2 and taking names. You guys rock.) I know it will be a definite adjustment, but I've never backed down from a challenge before and I'm not about to start now.
So, as I've also stated before, my goal will be to qualify for Boston. It's going to take me a bit to get there, as I am hoping to avoid all anxiety issues that I had with Bug. That was rough. But that was different, because I had to work for 4 months instead of 4 weeks before summer break. And it was my first year of AP US History; not my third. I'm in a much better spot now professionally...not to mention, the timing is just plain better. Ever wonder why so many teacher's kids are born in late winter or early spring? ;)
Here's a few things I need to work on after this watermelon decides to make its grand appearance from my ridiculously stretched abdomen:
It will be very hard for me to get to Boston: a combination of skill, determination, sacrifice, and just a good day. I will need every edge I can get. Here's what I'm working on in my head now:
1. I need to get STRONGER. No more slacking on weight training. It will need to be efficient, but it will need to be OFTEN. Please hold me to this. I'm 32, and I know that's the first thing to "go." Plus, it will keep me from injury--especially as I ramp up mileage in late summer and early fall. There is absolutely no reason why I can't do some kind of strength training 2-3 times a week for 20 minutes.
2. I think dropping an additional 5-6 pounds might help, too. My typical racing weight is around 145-147. I noticed a big difference from when I raced slightly higher than this in 2008 to when I raced right at this in 2009. I'm thinking if I could get to around 140, it might really help shave off the minutes or seconds I need. This won't be too difficult, as it leads me to #3...
3. NUTRITION. I am very healthy and eat healthy, too. However, I love my sweets. I simply cannot pass up chocolate or ice cream. I really need to focus on cutting down on the refined sugars and eating as clean as I can. I definitely notice a change in my energy level when I eat well and skip the sugar. Next season, I need to think when I eat the sweet stuff and really try to remember my ultimate goal. I think by cutting down (notice I didn't say OUT--a girl's gotta have some ice cream or a beer from time to time) these empty calories, and combine that with a little more strength, I can drop a few more pounds. 140ish is about as low as I'd like to go, given my height and body type.
I think everything else is there. Treadmill for early morning workouts? Check. Group to run with on the weekends? Check. Masters swim this summer in the early am to push me in the pool? Check. (Yes...I might try Masters again, despite my disastrous start back in '07....where, I've come to realize, I just met the WRONG guy there who rubbed me the WRONG way BIG TIME. But he won't be at this one, so no one will get hurt.) Trainer for indoor quality workouts? Check. Friends to ride with at the drop of a hat during naptime this summer for longer rides? Well.....you can't get everything you want. But I've got almost everything set up here.
Most importantly: awesome husband who supports me? Check.
Very flexible summer job schedule for both of us? Yep.
Amazing family nearby who helps more than they know? Uh-huh.
So this will be a team effort here. If I am lucky enough to get to Boston, it won't be because I did it alone. That's for sure. There are some things I can do by myself, as listed above. But most of this will be made possible by those around me.
So the goal is...
Rev3 70.3 in September: push myself hard and see how it goes--if I'm in PR shape, than go for it. If 2 has been rougher than I expected, not to beat myself up and just have a great race.
Fall Classic Half Marathon: 1:40.
Cleveland Marathon 2011: 3:40.59 or better.
It's aggressive, but you know what? Sometimes I am, too.
So for now, I'm going to waddle and get myself a banana. Hopefully the next time I'm on here, I'll have some news to share about Baby Bean...wish me luck!
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Sunday, February 14, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Holy SMOKES.
So "uncomfortable" is putting it mildly.
Thankfully, I am blessed with a FREAKING AMAZING HUSBAND who has been helping out SO MUCH the past week or two. Work is absolutely draining me. When I get home, I got nuthin'. NUTHIN'. And there's a 2 year old Bug who doesn't really get that. So I'm so glad Matt has been helping out and letting me lay down so I can find enough energy to somehow put together some dinner and make it until 9 for bed.
Which, of course, then consists of me laying there and tossing and turning for a few hours. Gotta love the way the body preps you for what's about to come, right? I'm lucky if I'm getting 5 hours of sleep now.
The good news is that Bean is still SMALLER than BUG. Yay! But don't get too excited. It's still big. Just not ginormous. Bean is approximately 7 1/2 pounds (give or take--these tend to be off at the end) which puts s/he somewhere in the range of 9 pounds at 40 weeks on my due date. Bug would have been over 10. Still better...but still large. What is it with me and large kids? Good thing I'm tall-ish....
Got a somewhat alarming call today on my voicemail--the doctor's office said there was "something with my ultrasound" and to "call them right away." Yeah. THAT'S a great way to have me hyperventilate and freak out in my classroom. Turns out it's that there's more fluid than normal up in thrrrrr, so, that means every week I get to go in for some fetal monitoring and stuff before my appointments. She swears up and down everything else is fine and this is just routine. So I'm trying to relax. Still hoping for this to be a natural start to labor, but obviously, Bean's health comes first. I should know more tomorrow.
On a somewhat related note, I've been having slight panics lately over the fact that (are you ready for this?) I'm about to have 2 kids.
Yes. TWO kids. Because I've had NINE MONTHS TO THINK ABOUT IT, but it's finally hitting me now. And I'm really scared.
Part of me feels like I am just getting the hang of one. What on earth am I doing adding another one?!?! (Those of you with 3, 4, or 18 kids, feel free to laugh) If you've been along for the ride for a while, you know this is standard operating procedure for me. Yes, my name is TriSaraTops, and I AM A WORRIER. I like to think of it as my tragic flaw. I'm getting better, though. I swear. ;)
Anyway...so, yeah. Two. How will I do two? Will I still be able to juggle everything? Teaching full-time? Being an athlete? And I'm reminded that I have felt this all before...that this, most definitely, is normal...ESPECIALLY for me. Whenever Negative Nellies like to tell me how "impossible" going from one to two is and how "you'll never have ANY time to yourself again" (yes, those are actual comments made to me in the past 2 weeks), it's a little intimidating. But that's them.
I'm not them.
I must consider the source.
My source handled things before, and damn well, if I do say so myself. Not that it wasn't hard from time to time. I definitely had my moments. But looking back at how scared I was for that first baby now, I realize how much I had in me in that moment and the moments after that I didn't even know back then.
So I'm hoping it will be the same this time around. Hereby granting myself wiggle room, in every aspect of life, though. But I did this once, and it made me and everything around me even better.
I can only hope for so much this time around, too. And in approximately 20 days, I'll find out.
Thankfully, I am blessed with a FREAKING AMAZING HUSBAND who has been helping out SO MUCH the past week or two. Work is absolutely draining me. When I get home, I got nuthin'. NUTHIN'. And there's a 2 year old Bug who doesn't really get that. So I'm so glad Matt has been helping out and letting me lay down so I can find enough energy to somehow put together some dinner and make it until 9 for bed.
Which, of course, then consists of me laying there and tossing and turning for a few hours. Gotta love the way the body preps you for what's about to come, right? I'm lucky if I'm getting 5 hours of sleep now.
The good news is that Bean is still SMALLER than BUG. Yay! But don't get too excited. It's still big. Just not ginormous. Bean is approximately 7 1/2 pounds (give or take--these tend to be off at the end) which puts s/he somewhere in the range of 9 pounds at 40 weeks on my due date. Bug would have been over 10. Still better...but still large. What is it with me and large kids? Good thing I'm tall-ish....
Got a somewhat alarming call today on my voicemail--the doctor's office said there was "something with my ultrasound" and to "call them right away." Yeah. THAT'S a great way to have me hyperventilate and freak out in my classroom. Turns out it's that there's more fluid than normal up in thrrrrr, so, that means every week I get to go in for some fetal monitoring and stuff before my appointments. She swears up and down everything else is fine and this is just routine. So I'm trying to relax. Still hoping for this to be a natural start to labor, but obviously, Bean's health comes first. I should know more tomorrow.
On a somewhat related note, I've been having slight panics lately over the fact that (are you ready for this?) I'm about to have 2 kids.
Yes. TWO kids. Because I've had NINE MONTHS TO THINK ABOUT IT, but it's finally hitting me now. And I'm really scared.
Part of me feels like I am just getting the hang of one. What on earth am I doing adding another one?!?! (Those of you with 3, 4, or 18 kids, feel free to laugh) If you've been along for the ride for a while, you know this is standard operating procedure for me. Yes, my name is TriSaraTops, and I AM A WORRIER. I like to think of it as my tragic flaw. I'm getting better, though. I swear. ;)
Anyway...so, yeah. Two. How will I do two? Will I still be able to juggle everything? Teaching full-time? Being an athlete? And I'm reminded that I have felt this all before...that this, most definitely, is normal...ESPECIALLY for me. Whenever Negative Nellies like to tell me how "impossible" going from one to two is and how "you'll never have ANY time to yourself again" (yes, those are actual comments made to me in the past 2 weeks), it's a little intimidating. But that's them.
I'm not them.
I must consider the source.
My source handled things before, and damn well, if I do say so myself. Not that it wasn't hard from time to time. I definitely had my moments. But looking back at how scared I was for that first baby now, I realize how much I had in me in that moment and the moments after that I didn't even know back then.
So I'm hoping it will be the same this time around. Hereby granting myself wiggle room, in every aspect of life, though. But I did this once, and it made me and everything around me even better.
I can only hope for so much this time around, too. And in approximately 20 days, I'll find out.
Saturday, January 09, 2010
I'm a planet.
I really love the movie Juno. Just last night I was telling Matt, "remember way back when we could go see movies in the theater?" Sigh. I do like movies, but with us trying to save money for baby we have resorted to reserving whatever happens to be available at the library.
And just like that my parents called today to see if we wanted to sneak out for a matinee of Invictus.
SUPER. excited.
We're heading out in just a few, and it will be nice to see a movie in the theater that I've really wanted to see.
On the training front...what training? What is this "working out" thing? MANNNNNN. I have been SOOOOOOOOOOOO tired after work that it's all I can do to sit in a chair with Bug and play play-doh, or, if I'm feeling really crap-tastic, I lay on the couch and we watch Elmo. I know. Not the best example, right? I keep telling myself this is temporary and if the weather wasn't so cold we'd be at the park at least. Sometimes I'll take him up to the library so he can play and I can sit, but it's been a rough week. I'm hoping I can hold on here the next 4 weeks of work. I have some serious AP grading to do this weekend and plan on timing that up with Bug's nap tomorrow. Those kids don't exactly get patient with their test grades, if you know what I mean! They're basically like a room full of me's. Very type-A. Very not understanding of what 9 months pregnant with a toddler means. (Which is good. Because they are 16.) So, I'm doing my best to keep up.
Today, however, was my return to the pool, in a ridiculously inappropriately miscast Baywatch red suit. I was so afraid I'd see someone I knew at the pool, besides my awesome preggy friends JenC and Bridget of course! They came all the way to my side of town to swim again, which was really nice of them. I was a little worried about what a month-hiatus or so, plus massive extra poundage would do. My upper body was all, "HUH?!" for the first 300 yards or so, and I had a really rough time catching my breath, but other than that it felt great! We did about 1200 yards which was all fine by me. And then, we hit the Original House of Pancakes again for PANCAKES. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM PANCAKES.
I know, I know--no pics = it didn't happen. But I'm sorry. I AM SO NOT GOING THERE. There will be NO documentation of me in this suit going on 9 months pregnant.
I am happy to report I was still able to flip turn! It wasn't pretty of course, but I could do it. Boo-ya!
Okay, off to a movie for the first time in maybe 6 months or so--yahoo! On tap this week will be prenatal yoga, some dreadmill walking, and trying not to fall asleep at my desk again during lunch.
And just like that my parents called today to see if we wanted to sneak out for a matinee of Invictus.
SUPER. excited.
We're heading out in just a few, and it will be nice to see a movie in the theater that I've really wanted to see.
On the training front...what training? What is this "working out" thing? MANNNNNN. I have been SOOOOOOOOOOOO tired after work that it's all I can do to sit in a chair with Bug and play play-doh, or, if I'm feeling really crap-tastic, I lay on the couch and we watch Elmo. I know. Not the best example, right? I keep telling myself this is temporary and if the weather wasn't so cold we'd be at the park at least. Sometimes I'll take him up to the library so he can play and I can sit, but it's been a rough week. I'm hoping I can hold on here the next 4 weeks of work. I have some serious AP grading to do this weekend and plan on timing that up with Bug's nap tomorrow. Those kids don't exactly get patient with their test grades, if you know what I mean! They're basically like a room full of me's. Very type-A. Very not understanding of what 9 months pregnant with a toddler means. (Which is good. Because they are 16.) So, I'm doing my best to keep up.
Today, however, was my return to the pool, in a ridiculously inappropriately miscast Baywatch red suit. I was so afraid I'd see someone I knew at the pool, besides my awesome preggy friends JenC and Bridget of course! They came all the way to my side of town to swim again, which was really nice of them. I was a little worried about what a month-hiatus or so, plus massive extra poundage would do. My upper body was all, "HUH?!" for the first 300 yards or so, and I had a really rough time catching my breath, but other than that it felt great! We did about 1200 yards which was all fine by me. And then, we hit the Original House of Pancakes again for PANCAKES. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM PANCAKES.
I know, I know--no pics = it didn't happen. But I'm sorry. I AM SO NOT GOING THERE. There will be NO documentation of me in this suit going on 9 months pregnant.
I am happy to report I was still able to flip turn! It wasn't pretty of course, but I could do it. Boo-ya!
Okay, off to a movie for the first time in maybe 6 months or so--yahoo! On tap this week will be prenatal yoga, some dreadmill walking, and trying not to fall asleep at my desk again during lunch.
Sunday, January 03, 2010
23 Lesson Plans, and 1 Missing Pinky Tip
Last night, I decided to try out my fancy pants new mandolin slicer to make some yummy sweet potato chips. This is really the sole reason I wanted the slicer. I can never seem to slice sweet potatoes thinly enough, and I thought it would be a fun gadget.
It was. Until I sliced off the top of my pinky.
Safe to say I was in a bit of shock. My main concerns included turning the oven off, putting away the garlic, and telling Bug that Mommy was okay, Mommy was okay. All the while I tried not to look at the missing piece of my finger and pay little attention to the fact that blood was gushing all over the place.
Matt's Dad came over to watch Bug and Matt and I got in the car. Then I just let loose. F bombs galore, lots of tears, and ridiculous statements about how "I can't even carry Bug anymore, can't even carry the laundry up the stairs, and now I can't even make a nice dinner." I was, moreover, furious with myself for being so freaking stupid and not paying attention to what I was doing. It was serious enough that I was really scared. I actually wondered if I could still play the piano as well.
Thankfully, I didn't hit bones or any nerves. I was in and out of the ER in about 30 minutes--I guess it pays to be a bleeder! I should be okay in 7-10 days, and I'm getting pretty good at typing with 9 fingers and becoming a de facto lefty for a few days.
I've been doing a pretty good job taking things day by day lately. In some ways, this pregnancy is so much easier that way. I know now that I won't be two tons forever, that the races will be there when I'm ready, and that I might even get faster. But believe me...I have my moments.
Like when the nurse accidentally told me my weight last week. Despite the huge "DO NOT TELL" warning on my file. They might as well put, "ABSOLUTE FREAKING HEADCASE--SERIOUSLY, DON'T GO THERE" on it. But she did. And I heard.
And I freaked.
Pretty much the same as before. Which, after a few tears and yes, a few f-bombs alone in my car, makes sense. My body is just going to do what it needs to do. I. have. little. control. over. that.
Let.
go.
already.
It doesn't mean I'm doing things wrong. It just means I'm doing what I need to do. Sometimes that means being creative. Although, true creativity doesn't involve missing pinkies usually, but whatever.
Luckily, I got most of my school work done pre-pinky incident, so I can relax and enjoy this last day off here. I also planned most of my lessons until Friday, February 12th, which will be the last day if I don't go early (which it looks like I will definitely avoid a 39-week induction--YAY!). With a week of midterm exams and a teacher work day in there, that left me with--at MOST--23 days of lessons.
23 days. I can handle that.
Then it's off for 12 weeks, and finishing off a few weeks at the end doing my favorite lessons of the year anyway.
I can do this. Even if I screw up, I can do this.
And hopefully my screw-ups won't involve any more missing digits.
It was. Until I sliced off the top of my pinky.
Safe to say I was in a bit of shock. My main concerns included turning the oven off, putting away the garlic, and telling Bug that Mommy was okay, Mommy was okay. All the while I tried not to look at the missing piece of my finger and pay little attention to the fact that blood was gushing all over the place.
Matt's Dad came over to watch Bug and Matt and I got in the car. Then I just let loose. F bombs galore, lots of tears, and ridiculous statements about how "I can't even carry Bug anymore, can't even carry the laundry up the stairs, and now I can't even make a nice dinner." I was, moreover, furious with myself for being so freaking stupid and not paying attention to what I was doing. It was serious enough that I was really scared. I actually wondered if I could still play the piano as well.
Thankfully, I didn't hit bones or any nerves. I was in and out of the ER in about 30 minutes--I guess it pays to be a bleeder! I should be okay in 7-10 days, and I'm getting pretty good at typing with 9 fingers and becoming a de facto lefty for a few days.
I've been doing a pretty good job taking things day by day lately. In some ways, this pregnancy is so much easier that way. I know now that I won't be two tons forever, that the races will be there when I'm ready, and that I might even get faster. But believe me...I have my moments.
Like when the nurse accidentally told me my weight last week. Despite the huge "DO NOT TELL" warning on my file. They might as well put, "ABSOLUTE FREAKING HEADCASE--SERIOUSLY, DON'T GO THERE" on it. But she did. And I heard.
And I freaked.
Pretty much the same as before. Which, after a few tears and yes, a few f-bombs alone in my car, makes sense. My body is just going to do what it needs to do. I. have. little. control. over. that.
Let.
go.
already.
It doesn't mean I'm doing things wrong. It just means I'm doing what I need to do. Sometimes that means being creative. Although, true creativity doesn't involve missing pinkies usually, but whatever.
Luckily, I got most of my school work done pre-pinky incident, so I can relax and enjoy this last day off here. I also planned most of my lessons until Friday, February 12th, which will be the last day if I don't go early (which it looks like I will definitely avoid a 39-week induction--YAY!). With a week of midterm exams and a teacher work day in there, that left me with--at MOST--23 days of lessons.
23 days. I can handle that.
Then it's off for 12 weeks, and finishing off a few weeks at the end doing my favorite lessons of the year anyway.
I can do this. Even if I screw up, I can do this.
And hopefully my screw-ups won't involve any more missing digits.
Friday, December 18, 2009
AVERAGE!
YAY!
Usually, I am not one to celebrate average-ness. But today at the ultrasound, I got word that my little bean is right around the 50th percentile in size. Approximately 4 pounds, 1 ounce, to be exact. And this is EXCELLENT news.
I am about 31.5 weeks. Jackson at 36 weeks was an estimated 8 pounds, 5 ounces.
So there's your frame of reference.
The doctor said he doesn't THINK I'll be looking at another 10 pounder here, but obviously anything can happen. I'll have one more ultrasound around 36/37 weeks just to be sure, but this was the best news we could have gotten today. So we're pretty pumped!
Plus, it's just fun to see the baby on the screen. I get to see the little person who has been BACKING THAT BUM UP against my belly, like, nonstop for about 3 days. And if I do say so myself, it's a cute little bum shaker.
One step closer in my goal of avoiding both an induction and a C-section. Of course, I know a lot could happen and it's not all up to me. But this was pretty good news!
Now, for a trail run tomorrow with JenC and B! Preggers, UNITE. Hopefully I can actually still run--I haven't tried since the 5K and have just been walking and doing yoga.
But, most assuredly, pancakes WILL be consumed at the end.
Oh yes. They will.
Usually, I am not one to celebrate average-ness. But today at the ultrasound, I got word that my little bean is right around the 50th percentile in size. Approximately 4 pounds, 1 ounce, to be exact. And this is EXCELLENT news.
I am about 31.5 weeks. Jackson at 36 weeks was an estimated 8 pounds, 5 ounces.
So there's your frame of reference.
The doctor said he doesn't THINK I'll be looking at another 10 pounder here, but obviously anything can happen. I'll have one more ultrasound around 36/37 weeks just to be sure, but this was the best news we could have gotten today. So we're pretty pumped!
Plus, it's just fun to see the baby on the screen. I get to see the little person who has been BACKING THAT BUM UP against my belly, like, nonstop for about 3 days. And if I do say so myself, it's a cute little bum shaker.
One step closer in my goal of avoiding both an induction and a C-section. Of course, I know a lot could happen and it's not all up to me. But this was pretty good news!
Now, for a trail run tomorrow with JenC and B! Preggers, UNITE. Hopefully I can actually still run--I haven't tried since the 5K and have just been walking and doing yoga.
But, most assuredly, pancakes WILL be consumed at the end.
Oh yes. They will.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Baby Sasquatch?
So far...no.
I have taken the liberty to NOT LOOK at the doctor's every time I get weighed. Seriously. I close my eyes, announce I'm not looking, and don't look. It just messes with my head too much.
The last two times, my doc has said, "Can I tell you how much you've gained?"
My response has been "NO" both times. Very emphatically.
So today, she asked again..."Seriously...can I tell you?"
NO WAY.
"Well, is it okay...?" I asked hesitantly.
"Yes. You're fine!"
Whew.
So, I definitely don't FEEL like I look like I did with Bug at 32 weeks, but that was the dead middle of a very humid Ohio August. And record breaking temps that September (in my non-air conditioned classroom. Which was AWESOME, by the way). I am still able to wear my rings, I don't really have cankles (yet), and I haven't blown up quite like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man like I did last time.
So here's hoping.
I will be having an ultrasound tomorrow to "see what we're working with" (my doctor's quote). Doc said last month and this month that I'm not measuring "particularly big," which is very good. And important. I'm hoping to avoid both A) an induction (because now I know what that means...and it is NOT FUN) and B) a C-section if at all possible. Obviously, I don't have a crystal ball, and I understand anything can happen in a delivery room. I'm just hoping that I'm on track for a nice, healthy baby who's hopefully not 6'4 and 22o. I don't ask for much.
At Bug's 36 week ultrasound, he was already measuring 8 pounds, 5 ounces. And that, my friends, is when I knew I was in BIG TROUBLE.
So, crossing fingers here...I've been able to be active still and am eating as clean as I can (except for my RIDICULOUS sweet tooth--that's clearly not very clean at all), so I know I'm doing everything in my power to bake a healthy bean. The rest, quite frankly, isn't up to me.
But I sure am excited to see the little one on that screen tomorrow morning. Two months from today is the approximate day I'll meet Bug's little bro or sis.
I'm gettin' pretty excited. :)
I have taken the liberty to NOT LOOK at the doctor's every time I get weighed. Seriously. I close my eyes, announce I'm not looking, and don't look. It just messes with my head too much.
The last two times, my doc has said, "Can I tell you how much you've gained?"
My response has been "NO" both times. Very emphatically.
So today, she asked again..."Seriously...can I tell you?"
NO WAY.
"Well, is it okay...?" I asked hesitantly.
"Yes. You're fine!"
Whew.
So, I definitely don't FEEL like I look like I did with Bug at 32 weeks, but that was the dead middle of a very humid Ohio August. And record breaking temps that September (in my non-air conditioned classroom. Which was AWESOME, by the way). I am still able to wear my rings, I don't really have cankles (yet), and I haven't blown up quite like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man like I did last time.
So here's hoping.
I will be having an ultrasound tomorrow to "see what we're working with" (my doctor's quote). Doc said last month and this month that I'm not measuring "particularly big," which is very good. And important. I'm hoping to avoid both A) an induction (because now I know what that means...and it is NOT FUN) and B) a C-section if at all possible. Obviously, I don't have a crystal ball, and I understand anything can happen in a delivery room. I'm just hoping that I'm on track for a nice, healthy baby who's hopefully not 6'4 and 22o. I don't ask for much.
At Bug's 36 week ultrasound, he was already measuring 8 pounds, 5 ounces. And that, my friends, is when I knew I was in BIG TROUBLE.
So, crossing fingers here...I've been able to be active still and am eating as clean as I can (except for my RIDICULOUS sweet tooth--that's clearly not very clean at all), so I know I'm doing everything in my power to bake a healthy bean. The rest, quite frankly, isn't up to me.
But I sure am excited to see the little one on that screen tomorrow morning. Two months from today is the approximate day I'll meet Bug's little bro or sis.
I'm gettin' pretty excited. :)
Saturday, December 05, 2009
A HUUUUUGGGGGGGGEEEEE PR!
Huge being ME, of course.
So I ran the Reindeer Run 5K FASTER today than I ran the Turkey Dash 5K 10 days ago! WOOT! Not sure how I pulled that off, as I thought I'd definitely need to do LOTS of walking. I think yoga is really helping with my back and strength, though! That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
It was so fun to be at a race again--I wish there were a few more but the next local 5K isn't until the Chili Bowl which I'm pretty sure is, like, the week before I'm due. And going into labor on the course might not be the best idea.
Pretty darn proud of myself for running through 30 weeks. I'm going to keep on keepin' on here until it doesn't feel good and isn't fun anymore, and then I'll stick with walking, yoga, and swimming. Although I must admit, my choice of suit to replace my extremely low and borderline indecent 2 piece is...um...interesting. I'm too cheap to get an expensive maternity suit, so I ordered a cheap one piece in the biggest size I could find for $25 on clearance at Dick's. The only trouble is that they didn't have black. So I got my favorite color, red.
And now, folks, I look like the most horribly miscast actress on Baywatch EVER.
Basically, I look like this. EXCEPT NOT AT ALL.
But whatever. 2 more months, right? I can look ridiculous for 2 more months. I'm pretty sure I look ridiculous often, anyway, so no big whoop.
Here's a few pics from this morning...
All the crew at the Original House of Pancakes afterwards! ESpeed not only PRd today, but WON THE RACE! Yay! And, technically, there are 13 people in this picture... :)
There were actually 5 of us running who were pregnant! I am the farthest along, but JenC's not too far behind me!
Me and JenC
So I ran the Reindeer Run 5K FASTER today than I ran the Turkey Dash 5K 10 days ago! WOOT! Not sure how I pulled that off, as I thought I'd definitely need to do LOTS of walking. I think yoga is really helping with my back and strength, though! That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
It was so fun to be at a race again--I wish there were a few more but the next local 5K isn't until the Chili Bowl which I'm pretty sure is, like, the week before I'm due. And going into labor on the course might not be the best idea.
Pretty darn proud of myself for running through 30 weeks. I'm going to keep on keepin' on here until it doesn't feel good and isn't fun anymore, and then I'll stick with walking, yoga, and swimming. Although I must admit, my choice of suit to replace my extremely low and borderline indecent 2 piece is...um...interesting. I'm too cheap to get an expensive maternity suit, so I ordered a cheap one piece in the biggest size I could find for $25 on clearance at Dick's. The only trouble is that they didn't have black. So I got my favorite color, red.
And now, folks, I look like the most horribly miscast actress on Baywatch EVER.
Basically, I look like this. EXCEPT NOT AT ALL.
Here's a few pics from this morning...
All the crew at the Original House of Pancakes afterwards! ESpeed not only PRd today, but WON THE RACE! Yay! And, technically, there are 13 people in this picture... :)
There were actually 5 of us running who were pregnant! I am the farthest along, but JenC's not too far behind me!
Me and JenCHooray for running buddies, and especially hooray for my preggers running buddies who paced me to a blazing fast PR today! :) You guys rock!
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Because it's SUPER FUN TO TORTURE YOURSELF
\So what do I decide to pull out last night?
The book I bought when I was first preggers with Bug.
Core Performance: Endurance.
Why? Why anything about CORE right now?
My core is seriously obliterated. Sigh.
All kidding aside, the book outlines some great stuff about strength and nutrition. I am happy to say I've been pretty good on the nutrition front (minus the Pumpkin French Toast I had with JenC last Saturday...but come on, could you pass that up?!) lately. I still have a sweet tooth like nobody's business, but I've been really trying to focus on whole grains and clean food.
I guess I'm just trying to research as much as I can about strength training: preferably in short bursts where you still get a lot of output. Because if I want to do everything I am planning on next season, I will need to get my strength back. I'm not really a spring chicken anymore, right? After two pregnancies, if I'm not good about strength and core, I'm a bit worried about the "I" word.
You know, the thing I never really have had too much trouble with.
That makes you miss races and stuff.
That rhymes with "Schminjury."
That hurts.
That I won't mention right here, for fear I jinx it.
Okay, enough about that. I have been making the tastiest oatmeal this week and have to share. I made gingerbread waffles Sunday morning for Bug and Matt (they really aren't too unhealthy--I swear) and had some leftover pumpkin puree. So I've been using it to make Pumpkin Oatmeal! Super quick and easy, and literally is holding off my appetite until my 4th period lunch, which I wasn't sure anyone or anything could do. Here's how I make it:
1 cup water
1/2 cup of oatmeal
Nuke for 1:45.
Then, mix in:
2 T pumpkin puree
a handful of craisins
a dash of nutmeg
a few sprinkles of cinnamon
just a teensy bit of brown sugar to sweeten a bit
MMMMMMMMMMMMMM. If you're a pumpkin fan, you MUST try this.
Stay tuned for the last installment of "Pregnant chicks running 5ks" this weekend! I'm making some signs for our backs...any funny sayings I should put on them? I threw the gauntlet up on my facebook account and got some great responses!
The book I bought when I was first preggers with Bug.
Core Performance: Endurance.
Why? Why anything about CORE right now?
My core is seriously obliterated. Sigh.
All kidding aside, the book outlines some great stuff about strength and nutrition. I am happy to say I've been pretty good on the nutrition front (minus the Pumpkin French Toast I had with JenC last Saturday...but come on, could you pass that up?!) lately. I still have a sweet tooth like nobody's business, but I've been really trying to focus on whole grains and clean food.
I guess I'm just trying to research as much as I can about strength training: preferably in short bursts where you still get a lot of output. Because if I want to do everything I am planning on next season, I will need to get my strength back. I'm not really a spring chicken anymore, right? After two pregnancies, if I'm not good about strength and core, I'm a bit worried about the "I" word.
You know, the thing I never really have had too much trouble with.
That makes you miss races and stuff.
That rhymes with "Schminjury."
That hurts.
That I won't mention right here, for fear I jinx it.
Okay, enough about that. I have been making the tastiest oatmeal this week and have to share. I made gingerbread waffles Sunday morning for Bug and Matt (they really aren't too unhealthy--I swear) and had some leftover pumpkin puree. So I've been using it to make Pumpkin Oatmeal! Super quick and easy, and literally is holding off my appetite until my 4th period lunch, which I wasn't sure anyone or anything could do. Here's how I make it:
1 cup water
1/2 cup of oatmeal
Nuke for 1:45.
Then, mix in:
2 T pumpkin puree
a handful of craisins
a dash of nutmeg
a few sprinkles of cinnamon
just a teensy bit of brown sugar to sweeten a bit
MMMMMMMMMMMMMM. If you're a pumpkin fan, you MUST try this.
Stay tuned for the last installment of "Pregnant chicks running 5ks" this weekend! I'm making some signs for our backs...any funny sayings I should put on them? I threw the gauntlet up on my facebook account and got some great responses!
Sunday, November 29, 2009
LOL for the week
Okay, this is too funny and I had to share...
Last night, while picking up a few things at the store, I decided to get some beer for my buddies who were coming over to watch Bruno with me.
(By the way--quite possibly the most DISTURBING MOVIE EVER. My retinas are still burning. But I laughed. I must admit, that sadly, I laughed. And laughed often.)
So I get to the checkout line, and here I am, all 7 months pregnant in a big puffy vest, and...
I GET CARDED.
I started laughing. As if it wasn't funny enough for me to be buying beer at 7 months pregnant...now I get carded for the first time in a while?!?! I told her she just made my night. She claimed she didn't even realize I was pregnant! I was like, SERSLY? Do you SEE this watermelon I'm smuggling under here?!?! I guess the puffy vest did a good job of hiding The Bump.
So the moral of the story is, that just when you think you're done getting carded because you are 32, you really can appear to others as a 20 year old who is massively knocked up and buying beer.
In running news, I had a FABULOUS run with my fellow preggers friend, JenC, yesterday! We did 3 miles on the muddy trails and it just flew by! Then, we hit First Watch for some Pumpkin French Toast. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM it was tasteeeeeeeeeeeeee. JenC's even going to join me tomorrow night for prenatal yoga! WOO HOO!
Next week, tune in as I do my final 5K of the pregnant season at the Reindeer Run with quite a pregnant crew! It should be a blast--and followed by pancakes of course!
Stay classy, and be sure to carry your IDs at all times...
Last night, while picking up a few things at the store, I decided to get some beer for my buddies who were coming over to watch Bruno with me.
(By the way--quite possibly the most DISTURBING MOVIE EVER. My retinas are still burning. But I laughed. I must admit, that sadly, I laughed. And laughed often.)
So I get to the checkout line, and here I am, all 7 months pregnant in a big puffy vest, and...
I GET CARDED.
I started laughing. As if it wasn't funny enough for me to be buying beer at 7 months pregnant...now I get carded for the first time in a while?!?! I told her she just made my night. She claimed she didn't even realize I was pregnant! I was like, SERSLY? Do you SEE this watermelon I'm smuggling under here?!?! I guess the puffy vest did a good job of hiding The Bump.
So the moral of the story is, that just when you think you're done getting carded because you are 32, you really can appear to others as a 20 year old who is massively knocked up and buying beer.
In running news, I had a FABULOUS run with my fellow preggers friend, JenC, yesterday! We did 3 miles on the muddy trails and it just flew by! Then, we hit First Watch for some Pumpkin French Toast. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM it was tasteeeeeeeeeeeeee. JenC's even going to join me tomorrow night for prenatal yoga! WOO HOO!
Next week, tune in as I do my final 5K of the pregnant season at the Reindeer Run with quite a pregnant crew! It should be a blast--and followed by pancakes of course!
Stay classy, and be sure to carry your IDs at all times...
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Race Report: Turkey Dash 5K
I know, I know...it's been since May around here that I've had a race report! This one was definitely a different kind of race, fo' sho'. It was kinda funny to get ready for a race knowing it would be your slowest ever. I did do a 5K when I was about 18 weeks pregnant last time around and it was slow, but I was pretty confident that this one would include many walk breaks, so I'd be lucky to finish in 45 minutes or so.
Went to the doc's yesterday for my appointment, and there was good news. All is well with baby, and so far I'm not measuring particularly big for 28 weeks. This is very good, as from what I hear and what doc says, second babies tend to be bigger. And given that Bug would have been over 10 pounds had I gone to my due date, this is troublesome.
(And by that I mean that this kid MIGHT BE ABLE TO DRIVE ME HOME FROM THE HOSPITAL kind of troublesome.)
I'm once again hoping to avoid a C-section if possible, and a baby of a bit less-gargantuan size (but just as healthy, please!) would help me out there. Doc's ordered an ultrasound on December 18th and one again when I'm 37-38 weeks to "see what we're working with." Then, we can make some decisions from there, regarding inductions (boo--now I know what that means, and it's no fun) and C-sections (which I hope to avoid like the plague. Or at the very least the swine flu).
So I was happy to hear all was well and that so far baby isn't a sasquatch. But I am pretty big, and I knew this would still be a slow race.
All picture credits to TriSaraDad!
Karen Nakon lost her battle with breast cancer on her 38th birthday. She wanted to start a foundation to raise money to help support families that are going through breast cancer, since the Komen foundation does such a great job at research. And that's how her foundation began. Karen was diagnosed with cancer while pregnant with her 3rd child, Madison. My mom taught Madison in pre-school while Karen was fighting the disease. From what my Mom says, Karen was just the kindest, most caring parent around and a wonderful person. It's always our favorite race to do every year in her memory, and we are so happy to see how this race has grown over the past few years! With my cousin Judy being a breast cancer survivor, it is especially meaningful for me to give to such a wonderful cause.
Got all decked out in my black yoga pants, one of Matt's long-sleeve tech tees, and of course my favorite pregnant running shirt, and got ready to start with TriSaraMom.
Caption on my shirt reads, "Does this baby make me look fat?"
My BIGGEST fear this race? That I would have to pee within 8 minutes of starting and be forced to grovel, beg, and plead to some random homeowners to use their bathrooms. Or bushes. Or whatever I could find. Lately my runs have been up to the library, peeing, and then back home. So I wasn't sure if Baby would let me actually go for 3.1 miles without making me pee my pantalones. Sometimes when I run it's fine, but other times, Baby decides to use my bladder as a trampoline. I crossed my fingers and headed to the start...after 3 potty breaks in the 20 minutes leading up to the race.
TriSaraMom pins my number on The Bump while I'm waiting for my 2nd potty break BEFORE the race
I got to see a few buddies at the start, including my friend Peter, and my awesome running/tri buddies TriEric and his wife, Aimee, with our running friend DS Racer. TriEric suggested I should change my shirt to say, "Does this baby make me look FAST?" Too funny! And DS Racer said, "You know...you really should stick to Bud LIGHT." Made me laugh!
DS Racer telling me to stick to Bud Light! Buddy, I wish I could have a nice cold ANYTHING right now...!
TriEric, Me and The Bump, DS Racer, and Aimee before the start
It was a nice 45-50 degrees or so which was PERFECT for me as I tend to overheat anyway. I settled into a little shuffle pace and my Mom was nice enough to run with me despite my protests. I didn't want to hold her back!
My iPod made me laugh several times (yes, I wore an iPod for a 5K...I was afraid it would be a long, lonely run, okay?) by playing SexyBack by Justin Timberlake and Bigger Than My Body by John Mayer. First of all, I am most definitely NOT bringing sexy back right now. So that made me actually laugh out loud. Second of all, if "I'm bigger than my body gives me credit for," than I am THE SIZE OF GREENLAND.
That's me on the far left. As if you couldn't tell which one of these runners was not like the other ones....
I kept waiting to either pee my pants or have to walk, but neither one seemed to be happening! Score! My pace must have been just about right.
We got to the two mile marker and the volunteer said, "25:40." And that also made me laugh, because of every 5K I've ever run in my life, be it at the end of a sprint tri or a standalone race, that was slower than ALL BUT TWO. My first 5K ever, when I was a chubby and very much out of shape senior in college, and the one I ran 18 weeks preggers with Bug. Hee hee! I was gonna do this up in slow style, alright. Instead of trying to pick off runners in front of me or glancing at everyone's calves to see what age group they're in, I found myself trying to pick off panting golden retrievers or people pushing jogging strollers with multiple children in them. Hey, whatever works, right?
But the funny thing is that there were plenty of people around me. I thought I might literally be last, but that was so far from the truth. Lots of people were running with their kids, run/walking, or just running slow like me. So my fears of being alone never came true, which was nice. We were all out there, supporting a great cause, and enjoying the sunny Thanksgiving morning.
I thought of how many people sacrifice this Thanksgiving, like all our men and women serving overseas. I thought of people who didn't have their health to even be able to walk a 5K, let alone run one 28 weeks pregnant. And I thought of my mother-in-law, who will be starting chemotherapy next week to battle Stage 4 cancer. All of that made every single step seem easy.
TriSaraMom and I running to the finish line...I was so excited that I didn't have to walk at all! Victory!
Before I knew it, we were at the end! The clock said somewhere around 39ish minutes. I was very happy with that! A far cry from my PR of 23:33, but as far as I know, I was First Overall Female in the 28 week-pregnant division.
I patted my belly and gave my Mom a high-five. We all did it!
And for once, at the end of a 5K, neither one of us felt like puking. Bonus!
Thanks, Baby, for letting mama have a great race! You will be rewarded with massive amounts of carbs and pumpkin pie today. Feel free to kick away. You've earned it.
Went to the doc's yesterday for my appointment, and there was good news. All is well with baby, and so far I'm not measuring particularly big for 28 weeks. This is very good, as from what I hear and what doc says, second babies tend to be bigger. And given that Bug would have been over 10 pounds had I gone to my due date, this is troublesome.
(And by that I mean that this kid MIGHT BE ABLE TO DRIVE ME HOME FROM THE HOSPITAL kind of troublesome.)
I'm once again hoping to avoid a C-section if possible, and a baby of a bit less-gargantuan size (but just as healthy, please!) would help me out there. Doc's ordered an ultrasound on December 18th and one again when I'm 37-38 weeks to "see what we're working with." Then, we can make some decisions from there, regarding inductions (boo--now I know what that means, and it's no fun) and C-sections (which I hope to avoid like the plague. Or at the very least the swine flu).
So I was happy to hear all was well and that so far baby isn't a sasquatch. But I am pretty big, and I knew this would still be a slow race.
All picture credits to TriSaraDad!
Got all decked out in my black yoga pants, one of Matt's long-sleeve tech tees, and of course my favorite pregnant running shirt, and got ready to start with TriSaraMom.
Caption on my shirt reads, "Does this baby make me look fat?"
TriSaraMom pins my number on The Bump while I'm waiting for my 2nd potty break BEFORE the race
DS Racer telling me to stick to Bud Light! Buddy, I wish I could have a nice cold ANYTHING right now...!
TriEric, Me and The Bump, DS Racer, and Aimee before the start
My iPod made me laugh several times (yes, I wore an iPod for a 5K...I was afraid it would be a long, lonely run, okay?) by playing SexyBack by Justin Timberlake and Bigger Than My Body by John Mayer. First of all, I am most definitely NOT bringing sexy back right now. So that made me actually laugh out loud. Second of all, if "I'm bigger than my body gives me credit for," than I am THE SIZE OF GREENLAND.
That's me on the far left. As if you couldn't tell which one of these runners was not like the other ones....
We got to the two mile marker and the volunteer said, "25:40." And that also made me laugh, because of every 5K I've ever run in my life, be it at the end of a sprint tri or a standalone race, that was slower than ALL BUT TWO. My first 5K ever, when I was a chubby and very much out of shape senior in college, and the one I ran 18 weeks preggers with Bug. Hee hee! I was gonna do this up in slow style, alright. Instead of trying to pick off runners in front of me or glancing at everyone's calves to see what age group they're in, I found myself trying to pick off panting golden retrievers or people pushing jogging strollers with multiple children in them. Hey, whatever works, right?
But the funny thing is that there were plenty of people around me. I thought I might literally be last, but that was so far from the truth. Lots of people were running with their kids, run/walking, or just running slow like me. So my fears of being alone never came true, which was nice. We were all out there, supporting a great cause, and enjoying the sunny Thanksgiving morning.
I thought of how many people sacrifice this Thanksgiving, like all our men and women serving overseas. I thought of people who didn't have their health to even be able to walk a 5K, let alone run one 28 weeks pregnant. And I thought of my mother-in-law, who will be starting chemotherapy next week to battle Stage 4 cancer. All of that made every single step seem easy.
TriSaraMom and I running to the finish line...I was so excited that I didn't have to walk at all! Victory!
I patted my belly and gave my Mom a high-five. We all did it!
And for once, at the end of a 5K, neither one of us felt like puking. Bonus!
Thanks, Baby, for letting mama have a great race! You will be rewarded with massive amounts of carbs and pumpkin pie today. Feel free to kick away. You've earned it.
Monday, November 09, 2009
Yippeeeyippeeeyahooooooooooooooooo
Reasons why today rocked:
1. I finished grading all my DBQs. In case you're wondering, the grand total was just shy of 8 hours. EIGHT. HOURS. Sheesh.
2. I won 3 nice Gap Maternity Sweaters and 2 cute tops for work on eBay in 2 separate bidding wars. Because I'm awesome like that. Got a super good deal on all of them. Sweet!
3. The little bean let me have the BEST! RUN! EVER! this afternoon. Well, best run while pregnant, we should say. Whereas I had to take lots of walk breaks yesterday, today I was just smokin' along at my blazing 12-13 minute pace! Yahooooooooooo! (Okay, it felt fast. Work with me.) I ran to the library, peed, took 3 sips of water in the drinking fountain, and ran home. It was FABULOUS!
4. Bug and I played a game of hide and seek today and he was laughing hysterically every time I jumped out and yelled "BOO!" It pretty much rocked. It was 70 degrees again here so we took full advantage.
4. Just got home from prenatal yoga and now I'm all relaxed and chill. Time for a shower and bed, after my required reading of What to Expect when You're Expected. I seriously laugh out loud when I'm reading it. Written by a writer on the Daily Show and Colbert Report. You're in for a treat, I promise.
I wish every day could be as rockin' as this Monday was!
1. I finished grading all my DBQs. In case you're wondering, the grand total was just shy of 8 hours. EIGHT. HOURS. Sheesh.
2. I won 3 nice Gap Maternity Sweaters and 2 cute tops for work on eBay in 2 separate bidding wars. Because I'm awesome like that. Got a super good deal on all of them. Sweet!
3. The little bean let me have the BEST! RUN! EVER! this afternoon. Well, best run while pregnant, we should say. Whereas I had to take lots of walk breaks yesterday, today I was just smokin' along at my blazing 12-13 minute pace! Yahooooooooooo! (Okay, it felt fast. Work with me.) I ran to the library, peed, took 3 sips of water in the drinking fountain, and ran home. It was FABULOUS!
4. Bug and I played a game of hide and seek today and he was laughing hysterically every time I jumped out and yelled "BOO!" It pretty much rocked. It was 70 degrees again here so we took full advantage.
4. Just got home from prenatal yoga and now I'm all relaxed and chill. Time for a shower and bed, after my required reading of What to Expect when You're Expected. I seriously laugh out loud when I'm reading it. Written by a writer on the Daily Show and Colbert Report. You're in for a treat, I promise.
I wish every day could be as rockin' as this Monday was!
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Operation Make It To Thanksgiving
Got my first run in almost a month in yesterday!
Sunny, almost 70 degrees. Awesome. I know there won't be too many more days like this in C-Town, so I knew I had to take full advantage.
Since getting smacked in the face and sucker punched by the Stupid Swine, I haven't been able to do much. I slowly eased back into things this week with some elliptical work, my awesome prenatal yoga class, and some walking. So I wasn't sure how this run would feel.
The answer: good. And not good.
For those minutes here and there that I don't feel pregnant, it's awesome. I don't wear a watch (that would be too depressing) so I just run by how I feel. I love how running reminds me of who I am.
The trouble is, I don't feel like that all the time. I ran the first half mile without stopping, and then Baby Z decided to let me know s/he was there. It's funny how much things change in a month. Probably because I'm significantly bigger than I was last month, but I can really feel the tightening in my belly that reminded me of why I stopped about this time with Jackson. But once I took a 3-5 house walk break or so, and started up again for a few more blocks, I'd always feel better.
When all was said and done, it was a very slow 2 miles. Normally, 2 miles is a warmup for a tempo run. Sigh. However, I have to remember that I'm about 26 weeks pregnant here. 2 miles is still more than a lot of people do every day. So, I'm hoping to hold steady at 2-3 miles of run/walking here and ease my way back up to the 5K mark. I doubt I'll be able to run the entire Turkey Dash 5K, and I'm fine with that. I'll just be happy to be at a race, and I'm kind of excited to just be out there and still able to run at all given that according to my pregnancy journal I stopped about 3 weeks ago when I was preggers with Bug.
I'm wondering if I can transition to some swimming after Thanksgiving? The trouble with swimming, as I've stated before, is that I do not have a 50 meter pool in my basement. Therefore, with Bug running around like crazy all the time, it's hard to fit the pool in. Hence why my swim times have remained stagnant since I had him, yet my cycling and running times dropped dramatically. I'm thinking if I can take him to the Kid's Cove gym babysitting and just do a half hour of laps, that might be worth it. I could do the elliptical, too, but I just hate that stupid thing. Swimming would definitely be more fun, albeit more of a hassle.
I already had a great walk with my 2 buddies and our collective 3 (going on 5!) kids this morning. I'm thinking I might need a run break to pull myself away from the massive amounts of DBQs I have to grade, and the weather is picture perfect again. Maybe I'll see if I can do my warm-up-I-mean-run this afternoon. We'll see how it goes!
Sunny, almost 70 degrees. Awesome. I know there won't be too many more days like this in C-Town, so I knew I had to take full advantage.
Since getting smacked in the face and sucker punched by the Stupid Swine, I haven't been able to do much. I slowly eased back into things this week with some elliptical work, my awesome prenatal yoga class, and some walking. So I wasn't sure how this run would feel.
The answer: good. And not good.
For those minutes here and there that I don't feel pregnant, it's awesome. I don't wear a watch (that would be too depressing) so I just run by how I feel. I love how running reminds me of who I am.
The trouble is, I don't feel like that all the time. I ran the first half mile without stopping, and then Baby Z decided to let me know s/he was there. It's funny how much things change in a month. Probably because I'm significantly bigger than I was last month, but I can really feel the tightening in my belly that reminded me of why I stopped about this time with Jackson. But once I took a 3-5 house walk break or so, and started up again for a few more blocks, I'd always feel better.
When all was said and done, it was a very slow 2 miles. Normally, 2 miles is a warmup for a tempo run. Sigh. However, I have to remember that I'm about 26 weeks pregnant here. 2 miles is still more than a lot of people do every day. So, I'm hoping to hold steady at 2-3 miles of run/walking here and ease my way back up to the 5K mark. I doubt I'll be able to run the entire Turkey Dash 5K, and I'm fine with that. I'll just be happy to be at a race, and I'm kind of excited to just be out there and still able to run at all given that according to my pregnancy journal I stopped about 3 weeks ago when I was preggers with Bug.
I'm wondering if I can transition to some swimming after Thanksgiving? The trouble with swimming, as I've stated before, is that I do not have a 50 meter pool in my basement. Therefore, with Bug running around like crazy all the time, it's hard to fit the pool in. Hence why my swim times have remained stagnant since I had him, yet my cycling and running times dropped dramatically. I'm thinking if I can take him to the Kid's Cove gym babysitting and just do a half hour of laps, that might be worth it. I could do the elliptical, too, but I just hate that stupid thing. Swimming would definitely be more fun, albeit more of a hassle.
I already had a great walk with my 2 buddies and our collective 3 (going on 5!) kids this morning. I'm thinking I might need a run break to pull myself away from the massive amounts of DBQs I have to grade, and the weather is picture perfect again. Maybe I'll see if I can do my warm-up-I-mean-run this afternoon. We'll see how it goes!
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Taking Inventory
Stuff I really miss now that I'm pregnant:
1. A nice cold beer during a football game.
2. A nice cold beer during a bonfire.
3. A nice glass of wine with dinner.
4. Full-strength coffee.
5. Yummy cold cuts that are actually cold.
6. Not having to roll out of bed to get up in the morning.
7. A nice, hard, tempo run.
8. Going 20+ mph down the road on my bike.
9. My rear end being it's usual size.
10. Not having thunder thighs.
11. Having normal sized shirts.
12. Being able to paint my own toenails without any trouble.
13. Two words: ALLERGY MEDICINE.
Things that make it all worth it:
1. My healthy baby.
2. My Bug learning new words every day.
3. Kisses and hugs and thinking about having double of all of them.
4. Knowing with 100% certainty that I will be able to swim, bike, and run again, and probably faster.
5. All of this:
1. A nice cold beer during a football game.
2. A nice cold beer during a bonfire.
3. A nice glass of wine with dinner.
4. Full-strength coffee.
5. Yummy cold cuts that are actually cold.
6. Not having to roll out of bed to get up in the morning.
7. A nice, hard, tempo run.
8. Going 20+ mph down the road on my bike.
9. My rear end being it's usual size.
10. Not having thunder thighs.
11. Having normal sized shirts.
12. Being able to paint my own toenails without any trouble.
13. Two words: ALLERGY MEDICINE.
Things that make it all worth it:
1. My healthy baby.
2. My Bug learning new words every day.
3. Kisses and hugs and thinking about having double of all of them.
4. Knowing with 100% certainty that I will be able to swim, bike, and run again, and probably faster.
5. All of this:
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Puma Yoga and Pancakes
A few years ago, I met Puma as she was doing some yoga at our school for teachers. She pretty much rocks the house!
Now she has her own studio not too far from me, and I saw that she is offering a Prenatal Yoga Class. After a stressful, crazy, pile-of-paper filled Monday, I thought it would be a nice thing to check out. It was! The class was awesome and I felt so much better afterward. We did lots of stretches for the lower back (which has been starting to hurt a bit), shoulders, and hips. We also did some strengthening exercises to keep us in tip-top shape for labor. I think this will be a Monday evening tradition for me--I even recruited Simply Married, my fellow preggers pal, to come with me in 2 weeks! Yahoo!
I'm pumped this weekend as I'm going to meet a few buddies for a trail run followed by pancakes! Now, I'm not gonna lie--I'm kinda just excited to see my buddies and eat pancakes. I'm not so sure about the run thing. My doctor has told me I need to take it VERY easy as this stupid piggy virus takes a LOT out of you. I think I may have to do lots of walking instead of running. Hopefully they'll still let me hang out with them. ;) Bring on the fall foliage and good times with my buddies Training To Tri, ESpeed, Daisy Duc, Salty, and JenC! I'm sure we'll get some good pictures to share!
And on an unrelated note, I accidentally said "That's what she said" (referring to Elizabeth Cady Stanton, if you must know) in the middle of class today. Um, yeah. Chalk that up on the list of things that will make you lose control of your class for 90 seconds or so. It was pretty funny, though....
Hope training is going well out there in blogland! Enjoy this awesome weather! Here's some pictures my uber-talented Mom took from the Cleveland Metroparks last weekend. Be jealous. Be very jealous.
Cleveland Metro Parks in the Fall
Now she has her own studio not too far from me, and I saw that she is offering a Prenatal Yoga Class. After a stressful, crazy, pile-of-paper filled Monday, I thought it would be a nice thing to check out. It was! The class was awesome and I felt so much better afterward. We did lots of stretches for the lower back (which has been starting to hurt a bit), shoulders, and hips. We also did some strengthening exercises to keep us in tip-top shape for labor. I think this will be a Monday evening tradition for me--I even recruited Simply Married, my fellow preggers pal, to come with me in 2 weeks! Yahoo!
I'm pumped this weekend as I'm going to meet a few buddies for a trail run followed by pancakes! Now, I'm not gonna lie--I'm kinda just excited to see my buddies and eat pancakes. I'm not so sure about the run thing. My doctor has told me I need to take it VERY easy as this stupid piggy virus takes a LOT out of you. I think I may have to do lots of walking instead of running. Hopefully they'll still let me hang out with them. ;) Bring on the fall foliage and good times with my buddies Training To Tri, ESpeed, Daisy Duc, Salty, and JenC! I'm sure we'll get some good pictures to share!
And on an unrelated note, I accidentally said "That's what she said" (referring to Elizabeth Cady Stanton, if you must know) in the middle of class today. Um, yeah. Chalk that up on the list of things that will make you lose control of your class for 90 seconds or so. It was pretty funny, though....
Hope training is going well out there in blogland! Enjoy this awesome weather! Here's some pictures my uber-talented Mom took from the Cleveland Metroparks last weekend. Be jealous. Be very jealous.
Cleveland Metro Parks in the Fall
Saturday, October 10, 2009
22 weeks (almost) and still running...woot!
Whew. So, I've been a full-time working chick before. And then a full-time pregnant working chick. And finally, a full-time working mommy.
But I've never been a full-time working pregnant mommy before. And let me just say it is kickin' ma BUTT. I'm working on figuring out a few shortcuts here and there, but I must admit I'm a little worried about how I'll be able to keep up this pace for the next 4 months.
Gulp.
Bad news is, my 5K was canceled for next weekend. BOO! I might try to find another one because I'd really like to do a race here just for the sake of being at a race. Plus, next weekend marks the anniversary of my awesome day at Columbus last year. Which just makes me happy. So I'd like to at least run 2.62 miles somewhere, and hopefully a bit more if I can.
In other news, I had to see my weight this past week. Because Bug was FLIPPING. OUT. at the pediatrician's for really no reason at all (he didn't even get any shots or anything!), so the only way we could weigh him was for me to hold him and then subtract my weight.
Ew. Once again, I already outweigh most of Rocky River High School's football team. Sigh.
I think my body is just bound and determined to grow large children. Healthy, which is good, but LARGE. Really hoping this one's not another 10 pounder, but so far it looks like I'm on that track.
In other news, I really wish I could wear pants with a zipper again.
However, I just hit the jackpot of all JACKPOTS at the Westlake kids resale today....I found a tall teacher who was due LAST February and looking to move most of her nice, professional-looking tops from her maternity wardrobe! SCORE! Most of it looks barely worn at all and I got some major steals. So, if me has to wear these big ol' clothes, at least I got a good deal on them.
More money to throw in the bank for race entries for next year. :)
Thinking about everyone racing Kona today...so excited for my boy Tacky! Hope he and everyone else out there has fantabulous days.
The clock's about to strike 22 weeks here...Baby Z is quite the karate-master in there, and I'm hoping to continue running as long as I can. Perhaps I will actually be able to jog the Turkey Dash on Thanksgiving...? I figured I'd be walking by then but today felt so good that maybe I won't have to! Only time will tell!
But I've never been a full-time working pregnant mommy before. And let me just say it is kickin' ma BUTT. I'm working on figuring out a few shortcuts here and there, but I must admit I'm a little worried about how I'll be able to keep up this pace for the next 4 months.
Gulp.
Good news is: I ran 3 miles today and felt fabulous. When I run, it reminds me that this large, puffy, wheezing state is not forever. And when I see my little Bug, then I remember why this is all worth it.
Bug enjoying a delicious dinosaur cookie during his 2nd birthday party.
Bad news is, my 5K was canceled for next weekend. BOO! I might try to find another one because I'd really like to do a race here just for the sake of being at a race. Plus, next weekend marks the anniversary of my awesome day at Columbus last year. Which just makes me happy. So I'd like to at least run 2.62 miles somewhere, and hopefully a bit more if I can.
In other news, I had to see my weight this past week. Because Bug was FLIPPING. OUT. at the pediatrician's for really no reason at all (he didn't even get any shots or anything!), so the only way we could weigh him was for me to hold him and then subtract my weight.
Ew. Once again, I already outweigh most of Rocky River High School's football team. Sigh.
I think my body is just bound and determined to grow large children. Healthy, which is good, but LARGE. Really hoping this one's not another 10 pounder, but so far it looks like I'm on that track.
In other news, I really wish I could wear pants with a zipper again.
However, I just hit the jackpot of all JACKPOTS at the Westlake kids resale today....I found a tall teacher who was due LAST February and looking to move most of her nice, professional-looking tops from her maternity wardrobe! SCORE! Most of it looks barely worn at all and I got some major steals. So, if me has to wear these big ol' clothes, at least I got a good deal on them.
More money to throw in the bank for race entries for next year. :)
Thinking about everyone racing Kona today...so excited for my boy Tacky! Hope he and everyone else out there has fantabulous days.
The clock's about to strike 22 weeks here...Baby Z is quite the karate-master in there, and I'm hoping to continue running as long as I can. Perhaps I will actually be able to jog the Turkey Dash on Thanksgiving...? I figured I'd be walking by then but today felt so good that maybe I won't have to! Only time will tell!
Friday, September 25, 2009
iloveyoufall.
Fall is here, and it's my favorite season BY FAR!
I love the nice cool nights, am SO done with hot weather (and hot for me is 80 degrees...I know...I would never last a day in the south, fo' sho'). Football games and bonfires and pumpkin stuff. Although this year I must admit I'm missing the beer. Especially a nice pumpkin ale. During a football game.
Sigh.
But, it'll all be worth it, and I'm halfway to baby this week (holy crap, how did THAT happen?!), so YOWZA.
The nice thing about not training my butt off this fall is that I actually have time to do stuff I don't usually get to do. Like, sleep. Or, get work done at work. And even some fun stuff, like taking Bug to Miller's Apple Hill to go apple picking with some of his buddies!
We had a blast. And then tonight, because I had time and don't have to worry about a 3 hour ride tomorrow or a 2 hour run at 6am, I took said apples and made some really tasty apple crisp out of them.
With ice cream. Because the baby needs calcium, people.
Anyways, another great thing about fall is riding and running. Which, I must say, I miss even more than a nice cold beer during a football game. I get jealous every time I see a cyclist out on a crisp, sunny day. I know, I know...I'll have time next year. But fall is my favorite season to ride, and I sort of feel like I'm missing out on that.
I'm thinking about next year, too. Now, here's the deal: I have never had 2 kids before. So I don't know how it's going to be, or how it's going to work. I know professionally I'm in a much better spot now with 3 years of AP US History under my belt and taking the RIGHT half of the year off, so I feel really good about that. When I go back to school next year, I don't think it will be quite as hard as it was the first time around, nor will I have as many battles. So, the next thing I'm thinking about is training.
Because that's how I operate. I'm a triathlete. Planning is what we do best, right?
So FOR SURE I'm in for the Rev3 Cedar Point half, and I am SO STOKED for this. It's going to be a blast to show off the NEO to all my teammates. And, I firmly believe September is the most gorgeous month here, too, so it will all around rock. I will also have March, April, and May to recover and just get a base back, and then June, July, and August to ramp up the training--which is perfect because I'll be off school and can (try to!) time up workouts with naps and stuff.
However, I need to recognize that this little bean might not be as easy as The Bug. And that's not anyone's fault...it might just be the way it is. So, here's me OFFICIALLY giving myself permission to LET THINGS SLIDE and deal with that.
Remind me of that, K?
The next thing I'm thinking about (because that's how I roll) is a nice fall running race. I love me the fall marathons. I do best running in the fall. So, ideally, I'd like to do a fall full, and most likely Columbus again. I know the course, I have tons of buddies in Cbus, and it is a course that was really good to me last time around. REALLY good.
And of course, if I'm going to run the full, then I might as well try to BQ.
Right?
But part of me thinks that's a lot to bank on for now. Again, I've never had 2 kids before AND worked full time while marathon training. So, here we go again: this is officially me GIVING MYSELF PERMISSION to do a half in the fall if it's too crazy. Marathons come and go. There's plenty in the spring I could do. And sanity is really quite important.
So, in my perfect world, here's what I'd do next year:
February 17th: have a happy, healthy little bean
April-ish: start working out and dropping the pounds/building the base
July: be in full training mode for Rev3
September: kick butt at Rev3 and PR
October: Run a 3:40:59 or better in Columbus
That's the perfect scenario. And dreaming about that makes me happy, as my butt gets bigger and this baby is bound and determined to give me MORE ZITS THAN AN 8TH GRADE BOY.
But logical me is saying it one more time here (which makes three, if you're counting): I need to be FLEXIBLE and ROLL WITH WHAT LIFE GIVES ME. It's not just about me. I need to make my goals work with my life, not dominate and frustrate my life. So I'll remember that.
And if I don't, then you will, right?
Because that's easier written than done.
I love the nice cool nights, am SO done with hot weather (and hot for me is 80 degrees...I know...I would never last a day in the south, fo' sho'). Football games and bonfires and pumpkin stuff. Although this year I must admit I'm missing the beer. Especially a nice pumpkin ale. During a football game.
Sigh.
But, it'll all be worth it, and I'm halfway to baby this week (holy crap, how did THAT happen?!), so YOWZA.
The nice thing about not training my butt off this fall is that I actually have time to do stuff I don't usually get to do. Like, sleep. Or, get work done at work. And even some fun stuff, like taking Bug to Miller's Apple Hill to go apple picking with some of his buddies!
We had a blast. And then tonight, because I had time and don't have to worry about a 3 hour ride tomorrow or a 2 hour run at 6am, I took said apples and made some really tasty apple crisp out of them.
With ice cream. Because the baby needs calcium, people.
Anyways, another great thing about fall is riding and running. Which, I must say, I miss even more than a nice cold beer during a football game. I get jealous every time I see a cyclist out on a crisp, sunny day. I know, I know...I'll have time next year. But fall is my favorite season to ride, and I sort of feel like I'm missing out on that.
I'm thinking about next year, too. Now, here's the deal: I have never had 2 kids before. So I don't know how it's going to be, or how it's going to work. I know professionally I'm in a much better spot now with 3 years of AP US History under my belt and taking the RIGHT half of the year off, so I feel really good about that. When I go back to school next year, I don't think it will be quite as hard as it was the first time around, nor will I have as many battles. So, the next thing I'm thinking about is training.
Because that's how I operate. I'm a triathlete. Planning is what we do best, right?
So FOR SURE I'm in for the Rev3 Cedar Point half, and I am SO STOKED for this. It's going to be a blast to show off the NEO to all my teammates. And, I firmly believe September is the most gorgeous month here, too, so it will all around rock. I will also have March, April, and May to recover and just get a base back, and then June, July, and August to ramp up the training--which is perfect because I'll be off school and can (try to!) time up workouts with naps and stuff.
However, I need to recognize that this little bean might not be as easy as The Bug. And that's not anyone's fault...it might just be the way it is. So, here's me OFFICIALLY giving myself permission to LET THINGS SLIDE and deal with that.
Remind me of that, K?
The next thing I'm thinking about (because that's how I roll) is a nice fall running race. I love me the fall marathons. I do best running in the fall. So, ideally, I'd like to do a fall full, and most likely Columbus again. I know the course, I have tons of buddies in Cbus, and it is a course that was really good to me last time around. REALLY good.
And of course, if I'm going to run the full, then I might as well try to BQ.
Right?
But part of me thinks that's a lot to bank on for now. Again, I've never had 2 kids before AND worked full time while marathon training. So, here we go again: this is officially me GIVING MYSELF PERMISSION to do a half in the fall if it's too crazy. Marathons come and go. There's plenty in the spring I could do. And sanity is really quite important.
So, in my perfect world, here's what I'd do next year:
February 17th: have a happy, healthy little bean
April-ish: start working out and dropping the pounds/building the base
July: be in full training mode for Rev3
September: kick butt at Rev3 and PR
October: Run a 3:40:59 or better in Columbus
That's the perfect scenario. And dreaming about that makes me happy, as my butt gets bigger and this baby is bound and determined to give me MORE ZITS THAN AN 8TH GRADE BOY.
But logical me is saying it one more time here (which makes three, if you're counting): I need to be FLEXIBLE and ROLL WITH WHAT LIFE GIVES ME. It's not just about me. I need to make my goals work with my life, not dominate and frustrate my life. So I'll remember that.
And if I don't, then you will, right?
Because that's easier written than done.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Falling off the wagon
Well, I certainly haven't eaten very well the past few days.
It's just that this BABY seems to make me SO FREAKIN' HUNGRY. And eat things like chips and salsa mixed with Velveeta.
Yes, I said Velveeta. Me, who likes to only eat whole foods. FAKE FRICKEN CHEESE.
What's gotten into me?!
The good news is, the Velveeta (or, as it says on the package, "pasteurized processed cheese food") is gone as I used it up to make a casserole for Matt's Mom and Dad. She'll be coming home from the hospital--again--tomorrow. It's been a rough week over here for us, involving a trip to the ER for Matt's mom and a car that broke down in the hospital parking lot late Wednesday night. Stressful for me, but doubly so for Matt. Ugh. So, my eating went by the wayside a bit.
I'm a little afraid for this week's weigh-in.
But never fear--I made myself some healthy quinoa tastiness to fuel me up all week. And the running's been going pretty well. And the Velveeta is gone.
And tomorrow, Matt's mom will be home again. Hopefully for good this time.
So, things are starting to look up.
Baby Z is kicking up a lot now! I am excited to see the little bean on the ultrasound tomorrow. Hopefully all will be well in the ever-growing uterus. I feel huge, although I know I don't look as large and in charge as I feel.
The weather has been wonderful, and it's been great for the running. Running/walking has gotten me through the stress of this week--that and some awesome friends and family. So that's good. Although, I have to admit, it's weekends like this where I really, REALLY miss riding my BMC super duper fast down Route 2 toward the Valley for a good 2 hours.
Sigh.
But good things come to those who wait. And so, with that, I'll have to sign off and wait until 3pm tomorrow, when I get to see my little bean jumping around on a screen again.
Happy training to all, and to all a good night!
It's just that this BABY seems to make me SO FREAKIN' HUNGRY. And eat things like chips and salsa mixed with Velveeta.
Yes, I said Velveeta. Me, who likes to only eat whole foods. FAKE FRICKEN CHEESE.
What's gotten into me?!
The good news is, the Velveeta (or, as it says on the package, "pasteurized processed cheese food") is gone as I used it up to make a casserole for Matt's Mom and Dad. She'll be coming home from the hospital--again--tomorrow. It's been a rough week over here for us, involving a trip to the ER for Matt's mom and a car that broke down in the hospital parking lot late Wednesday night. Stressful for me, but doubly so for Matt. Ugh. So, my eating went by the wayside a bit.
I'm a little afraid for this week's weigh-in.
But never fear--I made myself some healthy quinoa tastiness to fuel me up all week. And the running's been going pretty well. And the Velveeta is gone.
And tomorrow, Matt's mom will be home again. Hopefully for good this time.
So, things are starting to look up.
Baby Z is kicking up a lot now! I am excited to see the little bean on the ultrasound tomorrow. Hopefully all will be well in the ever-growing uterus. I feel huge, although I know I don't look as large and in charge as I feel.
The weather has been wonderful, and it's been great for the running. Running/walking has gotten me through the stress of this week--that and some awesome friends and family. So that's good. Although, I have to admit, it's weekends like this where I really, REALLY miss riding my BMC super duper fast down Route 2 toward the Valley for a good 2 hours.
Sigh.
But good things come to those who wait. And so, with that, I'll have to sign off and wait until 3pm tomorrow, when I get to see my little bean jumping around on a screen again.
Happy training to all, and to all a good night!
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Me, Bug, and the Bump
I've been (finally!) getting my energy back, and we've been having some awesome weather (which means, for me--low 70s in the day, sunny, and near 50 at night. perfect.) so I've been taking advantage of this and running with Bug and the Bump after work!
It totally figures that the one he smiles in, my head's cut off. Gah. :)
Yesterday, we went for a three mile run. The pace is quite snail-ish, but it's still fun. Bug looks for "PLANES!" every two seconds and we both drink from a water bottle. The only trouble is that, since my inner thighs are fast approaching the size of metropolitan Akron, running shorts are not really my friend right now. Do you know how NOT fun it is to run while running shorts are creeping up your thighs? Do you know HOW DEJECTING THAT IS? Sigh...
So today, I decided to try a different approach. I wore my Ironman Wisconsin bike shorts since this weekend it will be three years (wow!) since I traveled on those roads. Bug, the Bump and I ran up to the grocery store to pick up a box of whole wheat pasta for a recipe I was trying. And just to keep a sense of humor about my increasing pudgy-ness, I wore this:
I got a few chuckles at the grocery store! You gotta keep your sense of humor, right?
So hopefully I'll continue these runs as long as I can. I'm thinking I might invest in a support band to help with any back pain, since back pain is what pretty much stopped me in my tracks around month 7 last time around.
The Bump's not such a bad running partner, you know?
It totally figures that the one he smiles in, my head's cut off. Gah. :)
Yesterday, we went for a three mile run. The pace is quite snail-ish, but it's still fun. Bug looks for "PLANES!" every two seconds and we both drink from a water bottle. The only trouble is that, since my inner thighs are fast approaching the size of metropolitan Akron, running shorts are not really my friend right now. Do you know how NOT fun it is to run while running shorts are creeping up your thighs? Do you know HOW DEJECTING THAT IS? Sigh...
So today, I decided to try a different approach. I wore my Ironman Wisconsin bike shorts since this weekend it will be three years (wow!) since I traveled on those roads. Bug, the Bump and I ran up to the grocery store to pick up a box of whole wheat pasta for a recipe I was trying. And just to keep a sense of humor about my increasing pudgy-ness, I wore this:
I got a few chuckles at the grocery store! You gotta keep your sense of humor, right?
So hopefully I'll continue these runs as long as I can. I'm thinking I might invest in a support band to help with any back pain, since back pain is what pretty much stopped me in my tracks around month 7 last time around.
The Bump's not such a bad running partner, you know?
Thursday, September 27, 2007
So Tuesday, October 2nd, it is.
I just found out today.
Wow.
Okay.
Not much else to say.
I'm ready, and I'm scared, and I don't feel like I'm ready, and that's about all.
It's go time.
Wow.
Okay.
Not much else to say.
I'm ready, and I'm scared, and I don't feel like I'm ready, and that's about all.
It's go time.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Strange Silence
It's been a little while, because I really don't have much to say.
What do you say on the eve of your life changing forever?
Yeah, I don't know either.
All is well, and I've been beaming with pride for all my IronFriends in Wisconsin. Seeing you cross the line and reading your stories reminds me of where I've been and where I'll go again someday.
That being said, I definitely pushed myself too far the second week of school and ended up a little overwhelmed, dehydrated, and exhausted. A day off school helped, and so did the weather finally breaking to my favorite temperature EVER....high of 60 something, low of 40 something. Now, if I could just fit into my favorite jeans and sweatshirts, I'd be set...but these maternity ones and Matt's sweatshirts will have to do.
School is challenging me and keeping my mind off things, which is good.
I've gotten to do lots of fun things with Matt and my friends the past few weekends, and will continue to do so as long as I can.
I have less than 3 weeks now.
Saturday night at the Tribe game some drunk guy touched my belly in the elevator and told me I'm having a girl.
In the elevator, people. No escape.
Sigh.
I can't wait to be done and meet this little monkey that's been climbing around and kicking around like crazy, but then I remember how it has to get out. And then I get pretty scared.
And as excited as I am, for 30 years now it's just been me, myself and I making my decisions. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a little scared to give that up. I know it's worth it, or we'd all be only children....but I'm pretty independent and it's a little scary, and that's all. Somewhere I read that becoming a mother is like having your heart forever walking outside of your body. It's a little intimidating.
Tomorrow, I will find out how big this critter is. And Thursday, some decisions might be made. And when it comes down to it, as of today I'm full term. Which means it could happen in 5 minutes, or in 4 weeks.
And that, my friends, is scary.
Please don't let it happen in front of a room full of 16 year olds.
So I don't know if I'll get to post again before...I feel a little like I'm at the edge of the high-dive at the pool when I was about 7 years old, looking down, thinking, "It will be so fun...just do it...go...go...it's time...you can't stand here forever..."
And in that situation, there's really nothing left to do, but close your eyes, turn off the voices in your head, and jump.
So, for lack of a better ending...here I go.
What do you say on the eve of your life changing forever?
Yeah, I don't know either.
All is well, and I've been beaming with pride for all my IronFriends in Wisconsin. Seeing you cross the line and reading your stories reminds me of where I've been and where I'll go again someday.
That being said, I definitely pushed myself too far the second week of school and ended up a little overwhelmed, dehydrated, and exhausted. A day off school helped, and so did the weather finally breaking to my favorite temperature EVER....high of 60 something, low of 40 something. Now, if I could just fit into my favorite jeans and sweatshirts, I'd be set...but these maternity ones and Matt's sweatshirts will have to do.
School is challenging me and keeping my mind off things, which is good.
I've gotten to do lots of fun things with Matt and my friends the past few weekends, and will continue to do so as long as I can.
I have less than 3 weeks now.
Saturday night at the Tribe game some drunk guy touched my belly in the elevator and told me I'm having a girl.
In the elevator, people. No escape.
Sigh.
I can't wait to be done and meet this little monkey that's been climbing around and kicking around like crazy, but then I remember how it has to get out. And then I get pretty scared.
And as excited as I am, for 30 years now it's just been me, myself and I making my decisions. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a little scared to give that up. I know it's worth it, or we'd all be only children....but I'm pretty independent and it's a little scary, and that's all. Somewhere I read that becoming a mother is like having your heart forever walking outside of your body. It's a little intimidating.
Tomorrow, I will find out how big this critter is. And Thursday, some decisions might be made. And when it comes down to it, as of today I'm full term. Which means it could happen in 5 minutes, or in 4 weeks.
And that, my friends, is scary.
Please don't let it happen in front of a room full of 16 year olds.
So I don't know if I'll get to post again before...I feel a little like I'm at the edge of the high-dive at the pool when I was about 7 years old, looking down, thinking, "It will be so fun...just do it...go...go...it's time...you can't stand here forever..."
And in that situation, there's really nothing left to do, but close your eyes, turn off the voices in your head, and jump.
So, for lack of a better ending...here I go.
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