As soon as we found out that we were expecting a girl, we were greeted with a bunch of expected remarks.
“How wonderful to have one of each!”
“You have a mini-Jeff and now you’ll get a mini-Jen!” (This statement creeps me out. I prefer my kids to be their own people and not mini-versions of us, thanks.)
“Yay, your own little princess!”
Oh but, dear daughter, I have some news for you. While I truly believe you can become anything you want to be, you will never be a princess.
I encourage you to run Princess, though!
I want you to know that you don’t need to don yourself in fancy dresses, make-up, and hairspray to look beautiful. You won’t ever need a man to rescue you – you’ll be able to take care of yourself. Things will never be given to you, and no one (besides me) will ever wait on you.
But, let’s face it, mommy loves Disney and before I know it, I’m sure you’ll be begging for princess costumes, wands, and tiaras. While I won’t buy these things for you before you ask, I know I’ll give in once you truly want them. And I’ll be OK with it. Because even fairytale princesses have admirable qualities.
Do me a favor? See the princesses for more than their impeccable, unrealistic features and their glittery ensembles.
When you look at Belle, see the woman who can get lost in a good book. The girl who puts her family first, who knows she’s too good for cocky men, and who sees other people’s hearts and not just their physical features.
When you look at Pocahontas, see the woman who doesn’t settle for something that others think she should. Take the time to look around and appreciate the great outdoors, and always be kind to others -- especially if they’re new in town.
When you look at Ariel, see the woman who ask questions and wants to explore the world. And don’t overlook her resourcefulness – a fork as a hairbrush? Pure genius.
When you look at Cinderella, see a woman who’s not afraid to ask for help. In real life, Fairy Godmothers won’t send you to a ball, but people will be eager and willing to help you in every stage through life – all you have to do is ask.
When you look at Jasmine, see the woman who wants to take action when she’s unhappy. You only get one life, so never settle for being anything less than happy. But please don’t run away from home!
When you look at Snow White… meh, don’t look at Snow White. Living with seven men just won’t end well.
Sorry Snow – but it’s true.
And please forgive Daddy and I for never calling you “princess”. I hope one day you will understand.
Whooah, we’re half way the-ere!
20 weeks now vs. 20 weeks with Wyatt
Did you hear that, baby girl? Halfway and no further. It’s my goal to make it to my due date – though I’d be ecstatic if we can just make it to April seeing how Wyatt was born at 37 weeks on the dot.
This is the first week when I don’t think I look bigger than I was last time. Granted, I was huge last time – Wyatt measured 2 weeks ahead from 12 weeks on – so I don’t think this really means much. I feel big but I love my belly!
Clearly not my backyard – we spent Saturday in Highlands, NC.
Weight gain: up a solid 10 lbs.
I feel pretty great. I still wake up a million times per night, and can’t fall back to sleep whenever I wake up after 4 a.m. But other than that, I have zero complaints!
My appetite has been more normal this week. After a couple weeks of needing to eat constantly, this has been a welcome change. Though I timed it horribly with Thanksgiving, huh? I don’t think I’ve done anything differently – maybe baby just went through a growth spurt?
I had the best week ever on the pregnancy running front! I was feeling so proud of myself until I looked at my week 20 recap with Wyatt. My running paces weren’t as fast, but I dominated that week workout-wise. Oh well, both week 20s were awesome in their own right. Maybe it’s my lucky week?
Here’s the week in workouts:
- M: 4mi (treadmill) at 8:50 pace; upper body weights
- Tu: 10 mi (40 minutes) stationary bike (the spin class I’ve been trying to make has been permanently canceled!)
- W: 1000m swim
- Th: 8k turkey trot at 8:06 pace
- F: 5.25mi at 8:48 pace
- S: OFF
- S: 4mi at 9:31 pace
It’s crazy to think that 10 weeks ago I had just come off bedrest and started running again. I was slow, but didn’t really care because I just felt awful due to morning sickness. I never would have imagined that I’d be running stronger at week 20. I am so, so thankful to be having a healthy pregnancy.
I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving! Jeff and I kicked off turkey day like we have every other year we’ve lived in Charlotte (except in 2011 when I was in the hospital with my one-day old) – with the Charlotte Southpark Turkey Trot!
Hiding from the cold in the car.
It was 21 degrees out this morning – COLD! I went outside my house at 6:30 am and saw there were ice patches. I seriously considered DNS-ing this race. I wasn’t sure if Wyatt would stay warm (Jeff planned on running with him) and I didn’t think it was the best idea to run a potentially icy route during pregnancy.
But since the sun was shining and the wind wasn’t blowing we decided to go to the race – and I’m so glad we did! We stayed in the car until the last possible minute, bundled Wyatt up, and headed to the start.
Every year, I forget how crowded this race is! There were 10,000 participants and chaos at the start line. There were somewhat hard-to-see signs with anticipated paces, but no announcement to line up according to your pace. Still, we lined up in the 8-minute group and it took about 15 seconds to cross the start line.
It. was. packed. The entire way. I ran much faster last year and only remember it being crowded the first mile. But this year, there were still some areas in miles 3 and 4 when I still couldn’t get around people.
Still, I think the crowds helped my time. Jeff and I planned to run together, but I quickly realized it was too hard to concentrate on not tripping and not losing him so I said good-bye to him in mile 1 (ironically, I caught up to him and then lost him several times). He was timing the race on his watch, but once he took off, I was naked. There were no clocks on the course, so I had no idea what my pace was. At mile 1, I heard some guy say he ran a 9:20. That kind of surprised me – with all the crowds and weaving, I thought I had run much slower.
I aimed to pick up the pace a little bit. My original goal was to finish within 10 minutes of last year’s time – 34:55 – which meant I had to take it down to a 9-minute pace.
The rest of the race was kind of a blur. I really appreciated the volunteers pointing out where the ice on the course was. I had to pee (shocking), but never found a porta-potty. I remembered feeling strong and not needing to walk up hills which was odd since the course is so challenging. And I also didn’t need stop at any of the two water stations, which was really unusual since I usually carry water and drink some every mile or two.
Right after mile 4, I caught up with Jeff and he told me there was a chance we could come in around 40 minutes. What?! He had to be kidding. So, even thought he told me he’d stick with me the rest of the race, I did what any competitive wife would and sprinted ahead.
I ended up finishing in 40:14 – an 8:06 pace which is my fastest pregnant run ever by far.
Jeff and Wyatt came in 2 seconds after me. We got our medals, grabbed some water, and then let Wyatt stretch his legs out.
And then we realized how cold it was and hightailed it back to the car before we got a family photo. Oh well!
I used to love this race, but the crowds really are an issue. I wish the race had corrals or the announcers at least encouraged people to line up with their anticipated paces. We found out last week that there’s a 5k turkey trot in our new neighborhood, and I’m tempted to go that route next year if it’s offered again.
Regardless, I love turkey trots. I can’t think of a better way to kick off a holiday with my family.
I can’t wait for the year when Wyatt and the baby in my belly are running beside me. Actually, I hope they run way ahead of me!