Wohoo, we made it to March! I’m 33 weeks and very happy to still be pregnant.
Now vs. 33 weeks with Wyatt. I think I’ve caught up in the belly which is scary because he was huge for a 37 weeker.
After the preterm labor scare over New Year’s, I remember thinking my baby’s birthday cannot be January or February, we need to make it to March. And we have! I really, really, really hopes she hangs in there until April, but I’m thankful to have made it this far.
Weight gain: Up another pound this week, bringing the total to 29 lbs. so far.
I haven’t been sleeping well which really bugs me. I know I’m not going to sleep at all for months after she arrives, so it would be nice to sleep now. Oh well, in theory I’ll be sleeping soundly again by this time next year so the countdown is on.
I’m still dealing with swelling, but it hasn’t been too bad. Thursday night into Friday was the worst of it so far. It’s a weird feeling when you wake up and cannot move your hands because they’re so huge. I’ve been following all of the tips my doctor suggested, so hopefully that continues to help.
Otherwise I’m feeling pretty good, especially considering I was on crutches by this point in my pregnancy with Wyatt. So, I’ll take that as a win.
Still running so I’m a happy girl! My biggest complaint on runs is painful feet and heavy legs. But I always feel better after a run than I did before it. I feel so much more limber and I can just move around more easily for awhile after I finish up, so I’m going to keep running for as long as I can.
Oddly enough, the most physically challenging part of my day is always bending down and picking up Wyatt’s toys after he goes to bed. How can I still run a few miles at a time, but picking up after a toddler feels like the hardest thing ever?
I used a Christmas gift card and got my first prenatal massage this week and… ehhh. I was pretty underwhelmed. It’s exactly how I felt about prenatal yoga during my last pregnancy. The point of the massage was to relax, which I’m not really into. I told the therapist I preferred more therapeutic massages and deeper pressure, but I guess that’s a no-no during pregnancy. It was relaxing, but I didn’t feel that “ahhh, I feel awesome” sensation afterwards. Definitely not worth the super-high price tag to me.
- M: OFF
- Tu: 4mi treadmill at 9:47 pace
- W: 1250m swim
- Th: 4mi treadmill at 9:41 pace
- F: 3mi treadmill at 10:10 pace
- S: 1050m swim
- S: 4mi outside at 9:54 pace
Prepping for baby
This week has been all about getting Wyatt ready. I feel like after baby girl gets here, it’s going to go from being this weird winter/spring mix (it was 70 yesterday, but we may get an ice storm later this week!) to the heat of summer in a second. So, I’ve been stocking up on bubbles, sunscreen, hats, and “new” summer clothes for Wyatt. I’ve been so busy thinking about the baby that I almost forgot Wyatt will need almost all new summer clothes. My favorite consignment sale of the year is this week so I’m hoping he’ll be good to go after that.
I also bought presents for the kiddos to exchange when they meet, and I put Wyatt’s Easter basket together.
Mostly goodies from the Target dollar bins plus a Little People tractor and some m&ms. I’m debating getting some plastic eggs and having an Easter egg hunt for him, but I’m not sure how to handle this. Wyatt has an egg allergy so he associates eggs with being bad – in fact, we try to not even say the word “egg”. But I wonder if he’s old enough to understand? I bet he’d have a blast hunting for plastic eggs!
I don’t like kicking off Friday mornings with a rant, but I’m going to do so anyway because I’m cranky and pregnant. (Don’t you love how pregnancy can be used as an excuse for anything?) But in all seriousness, if you don’t like angry blog posts – please skip this.
Wednesday morning I went swimming. I was on a high when I exited the pool – not only had I wrapped my workout up by 6:30am, but my swim felt awesome! I tacked on an extra 250m because I wasn’t ready to be done.
I got out of the pool at the same time as another woman. She asked me how far along I was and then called me an inspiration. I responded with a simple “thank you, I’m trying”, smiled, and walked away to towel off. A few minutes later I was in the locker room, and I overheard two women in another locker corridor talking.
“Did you see that pregnant woman swimming?” the woman I just spoke with asked the other. “She has the worst form I’ve ever seen. I called her an inspiration and she didn’t even realize I was mocking her.”
Maybe I’m being paranoid and she wasn’t talking about me, but I have a feeling she was. I know I’m not a good swimmer – I could blame my form on the almost extra 30 lbs. I’m carrying around, but I know it isn’t great normally. The woman who “mocked” me has an Ironman tattoo. So, I’m willing to bet that she is a much better swimmer than I am. But that’s not the point.
After I overheard her, I felt defeated. My swimming high was squashed and I felt like a loser. Then I got pissed. Did I really just hear someone making fun of me in a locker room? I thought I graduated high school over a decade ago! I was hurt for a minute, but then I realized she was the one who should be ashamed of herself (no, I’m a wimp and didn’t confront her.) Not only for bashing another woman – that’s a whole other story! – but for putting down another athlete.
You guys, the “I’m a faster runner than you therefore I’m better than you” attitude drives me absolutely insane. Maybe I’m naïve, but I thought we were all on the same team. Lately, I’ve been hearing that some people think otherwise, though.
So and so doesn’t deserve her X company sponsorship because she can only run a x:xx:xx. I don’t know why so an so spends so much money on races because she’s so slow. Why is so and so proud of *that*time? I don’t know why you’re insisting on running during your pregnancy – it’s not like you’re fast. Etc.
Blah blah blah blah blah.
We get enough crap from non-runners – “don’t you know you’re destroying your knees?” – that I can’t understand for the life of me why we’re turning on each other.
Don’t get me wrong, elite and front-of-the-pack runners mesmerize me. They’re incredible athletes and I love to hear about their training regimens and watch them compete. But they’re certainly not the only runners I’m inspired by. I once heard that if you want to be inspired, you should watch the end of a marathon (does anyone know who said that?). I’d argue, though, that inspiration is found all along the course – from the first runner who crosses the finish line to the last.
Me personally? I’m mostly interested in runners who run around the same pace as I do or participate in the same events as I do. I’m a creeper and want to know the exact workouts others do to meet their goals, which is why I always share my workout paces and race times. And, yeah, when I have a great workout I want to brag about it, too.
A training run a year ago – seemed so slow at the time, but ridiculously fast now.
But here’s the thing, speed is relative. Just because someone else’s “great” workout is way faster than yours, it doesn’t diminish your accomplishment – you should be proud of yourself regardless of how much faster someone else can run.
We all love the same sport. We each know what it’s like to set our alarms and get out of our beds at an ungodly hour so we can run. We all get the same satisfaction when we complete workouts on a training plan or hit – and hold! – our pace on a tempo run. We all know that awesome “I just set a PR” feeling whether we just broke 3:00 hours or 6:00 hours in the marathon. We also all know the disappointment of a less than stellar race. The physical pain and mental anguish of an injury. The discomfort of chafing. The hurts-so-good feeling of foam rolling and taking an ice bath. It doesn’t matter if you race in a tutu or a professional kit, you know what it feels like to be a runner – and you love it.
Honestly, the runners who inspire me most aren’t the ones who place in races. I’m inspired by Michele, the mom of two young kiddos who gets up to train way before the sun every day and pumped during transitions of her Ironman (and yes, she’s super speedy – but I’d be just as impressed if she was slower). I’m inspired by Megan, the girl who worked a ton of hours and traveled constantly for work yet still made time to train and race regularly. I’m inspired by Jennifer, the girl who lost 90 lbs. and fell in love with running during the process and is now a marathoner.
To me, you’re an inspiration for simply being a runner – our sport takes a lot of time, commitment, and hard work. I don’t care how fast you are or what your form looks like. You’re awesome. Period.
And now you know my opinion. End rant. Happy running friends!
I cannot believe I’ll have another baby in 7ish weeks. It literally blows my mind to think about. When I’m not completely freaking out about the arrival of #2, I’m trying to get things prepared for her to make our transition easier.
Jeff mentioned that I’m nesting more this time around. I wouldn’t say that’s true. With Wyatt, it was all about getting his nursery ready, setting up all of his gear, and prepping for childbirth. This time, though, I have experience on my side. The nursery is ready, I know how to use the carseat/ swing/ Ergo, and I’ve realized that childbirth is mostly beyond my control.
So, I’m thinking back to Wyatt’s first days and weeks. What can I do now to make that time easier? What should I do differently than last time, and what should I do the same? My memory is a bit foggy, but here’s the plan so far.
What I’ll do differently:
Having formula on hand: Probably not what you expected to hear from the mom who breastfed her first for 20 months, right? Our first night home with Wyatt was hell. I couldn’t get him to latch and he screamed all night because he was hungry. I was literally starving my child and felt worry like I’d never experienced before. The next day his pediatrician gave us formula and ordered me to start pumping to get my milk to come in. I’m not about to repeat that mistake with this baby, so we’ll have formula on hand just in case.
I got this sample in the mail the other day. I donated them last time, but I’ll be keeping this one.
Stocking up on necessities: Last time, I bought 4 or 5 tubes of nipple cream and never needed it. Same thing with disposable nursing pads – I just used reusable ones. Instead, I’m buying things I know I’ll use this time around. I’ve already bought new nipple shields and Tucks pads!
Admitting I need help earlier: Between him not sleeping and me working 30 hours/ week, I have no idea how I survived my son’s first 4 months of life. But by four months, I finally admitted I couldn’t do it all alone anymore and we hired a regular babysitter. It made a huge difference! It was still many months before Wyatt slept through the night, but at least I could go to bed after he did instead of staying up until midnight to get work done. This time, I won’t wait as long to hire help.
What I’ll do the same:
Taking my time to fully recover. I felt awful after I had Wyatt. I expected the baby blues – which I never got – but I didn’t anticipate the night sweats, epidural site discomfort, and how much pain I’d be in down there. My midwife encouraged me to move as much as I can, but for two weeks, I really did nothing but walk from my room to the living room to the bathroom. But after those first few weeks, I felt great! So, I plan on taking a similar approach this time around. Obviously it will be harder to stay sedentary with a toddler, but we have family coming to help, so I’ll do my best to take it easy.
Our first walk at 2 weeks – finally starting to feel healed.
Trusting my intuition. The second night Wyatt was home, he projectile vomited for the first time. He continued puking, arching his back in pain, and screaming all.of.the.time for weeks. I thought it wasn’t normal, but what did I really know? I was just a first time mom. Still, I expressed my concerns to his pediatrician right away and was so glad I did. All babies are different, but if you think your child is in pain, you’re probably right.
Letting baby sleep on me. Wyatt slept much, much better on Jeff and I than he did in his crib. In the mornings he’d usually wake up around 5, and if I tried to put him back in his crib, he’d just scream. So, Jeff would take him and he’d sleep peacefully on daddy for another couple of hours while I ran. I had the same struggles during naptimes – I could put him in his crib for a 20 minute nap, or let him sleep on me for an hour or so. At the time, I was frustrated and worried about missing deadlines and having a house that was a mess, but in hindsight, it didn’t matter. Babies only sleep on you for so long, and we do not regret letting Wyatt sleep on us one bit. This time, I know I’ll even have less snuggle time with her because I’ll have to care for big brother, so I’ll do my best to soak up those moments.