Another week down. I'm now 16 weeks into my pregnancy!
I had my 16 week checkup yesterday and I was thrilled to hear that everything is right on track. I may or may not have begged for an ultrasound for no good reason. I didn't get one, and my midwife said they don't do anatomy scans (when you find out if it's a boy or girl) until at least 19.5 weeks. I'll actually get mine at 19 weeks + 1 day just because that was the only 8:00 am ultrasound available for weeks, and I need my husband to be there. The countdown is on.
Here's what's been happening in my world of gestating this week:
Looks bigger! Grow belly, grow
Especially in the dress I wore to my cousin's wedding this weekend.
I specifically wore this dress because it was the only thing I own where I look pregnant instead of chubby.
I gained 1.5 lbs. this week! That puts me up 6-7 lbs. total. I thought this quick weight gain was too much but my midwife said it's totally normal.
It's baffling to gain so much weight so quickly when you don't change your diet and exercise habits. But during pregnancy, it's also reassuring. It just means my body must be doing something right to grow baby.
I'm still gaining weight in my thighs. So much so that the tops of them rub together and I get major chafing whenever I workout. Oh well. I guess Body Glide is just as useful during pregnancy as marathon training
I totally jinxed myself last week saying the nausea was gone. A few days ago, it briefly returned. I snacked on an Odwalla bar at 4:30, by 5:30 I was so hungry I was sick to my stomach, and by 6:00 I was dry heaving in my hair stylist's bathroom. Lesson learned. I'll carry more snacks on me from now on!
And the fatigue is subsiding (knock on wood). I'm embarrassed to say how little sleep I got this weekend and how many hours I spent traveling. I was exhausted on Monday, but no more tired than I normally would be after a big weekend. I even made it through Tuesday without a nap. Go me.
I'm starting to feel a weird stretching in my stomach that can be really uncomfortable. Of course it flared up during the wedding reception and made dancing a huge problem. I already couldn't jump around like my normal, crazy self on the dance floor, but the stretching limited my movements even more. I felt so lame.
Still going strong! The time spent walking the furball is now limited to 30 minutes a day. Every day it "feels like" over 100 degrees out, so any more than that is too much for my almost 9 year old, extremely thick-haired, black baby.
Weekly run down:
- W: 30 minutes elliptical, upper body weight machines
- Th: 3.5 mile run at 9:12 pace
- F: OFF
- S: 3.5 mile run at 9:08 pace in Maine, wedding dancing
- S: 30 minutes elliptical in hotel gym
- M: 4 mile run at 9:10 pace
- Tu: 4 mile run at 8:54 pace <---- I haven't seen a sub 9 minute/ mile average run since May!
Mileage: 15 miles.
I'm feeling optimistic! I still have my moments of paranoia, but they are getting fewer and further between. I'm hoping this dies down even more after the anatomy scan.
Days until the big ultrasound: 21
Cravings: The homemade potato chip one from last week is still there. My family even sought out a place in Maine that carried house-made chips so I could indulge for lunch. Sadly, the chips sucked. Luckily, I have plans to have my favorite chips later this week.
Odd new habit: Putting ice cubes in my water. I refill my water bottle a good 20 times per day. Lately, I've been adding ice to my water which I never do. I'm not sure if this is pregnancy- or hot weather- related.
How traveling felt at 15 weeks pregnant: Fine and no different from when I flew at 8 and 9 weeks pregnant. It was super wonderful to have my husband with me this time to lug my bags around though. I'm not flying again until 22 weeks, so it will be interesting to see how this changes.
Regardless, I am so happy we could be there to watch the bride and groom say "I do".
It was also wonderful to spend time with my family.
My brother liked the bump. It's not really that big yet; I was trying hard to stick it out!
And I got one step closer to completing an absurd running goal of mine.
I'm talking about a weird goal I have for no rhyme or reason: to run in as many states as possible.
I know a lot of people have goals to run a marathon in every state or even run a race in each state, but I don't think that's realistic for me. I would like to run in every state, but I'm not sure if that's too crazy or not. So for now, I'll just say "as many states as possible".
Saturday, I ticked Maine off my list.
I have 12 states down so far (13 if you include DC). I think I've run in OH and NY before, but I cannot remember specific runs so they'll stay blank for now.
Hmmm someone needs to travel West!
Does anyone else have any crazy goals? My husband has a goal of owning a house that has a secret passage. True story. And I thought I was weird…
Four years ago today was the middle day of three of the most fun days of my life. It was the day of our rehearsal and rehearsal dinner.
We got married in Disney World, FL. We got a ton of slack for over a year for having a "Mickey Mouse" wedding, a "weird" wedding, a wedding so far away, etc.
The truth is, wedding planning was a miserable experience for me. I didn't care about the event; I just wanted to be married.
We originally booked a venue near my hometown in NJ, but it was ridiculously expensive and I would have a huge wedding if we had it there. We lived in Atlanta at the time, my family was in NJ, Jeff's family and our college friends were all spread out. Picking a location was the most daunting task. We finally decided on a destination wedding. We wanted somewhere that people could make into a vacation, and didn't need a passport to get to. Disney was the best option in our minds.
And we loved it! Instead of just one day with our closest friends and family, we got three full days. I completely plan on re-doing my wedding weekend for a 10 year vow renewal. Though that may just be because I really want another wedding cake…
I thought I'd regret a lot of things by having a wedding that wasn't typical. But 4 years later, the only thing I look back on in disgust is my posture.
Happy anniversary to the most loving, patient, and understanding man in the world!
Now, four years after our wedding weekend, we're en route to Maine for my cousin's wedding. He and his bride-to-be are also getting married on 6/25. So, clearly they'll live happily ever after, too