I started writing this post and didn’t even realize I wrote something similar back in January. I guess I felt compelled to make more confessions!
1. Sometimes mother’s intuition is way off. I can usually tell in an instant based on Wyatt’s behavior if he “just” has a cold or is teething or if it’s something else. I messed up recently, though. I mentioned in my last munchkin meals post that Wyatt was having some reflux issues again. I took him to the doctor this week because things haven’t gotten better. Luckily, they haven’t gotten worse either – I just wanted to be proactive and have a plan if things worsened after the baby came.
Well, no, it’s not reflux. In fact, it’s something we have to keep a close eye on. It can be one of two rare things (of course it’s rare, my poor child’s digestive system) – one is harmless and one, well, isn’t. Wyatt’s pediatrician and allergist are discussing next steps and getting back to me. I’m obviously worried sick about Wyatt, but I’m also disappointed in myself. So much for mother’s intuition! Have I been so preoccupied with the pregnancy that I didn’t take Wyatt’s symptoms seriously? Does mother’s intuition not work as well when you have more than one child?
2. I do not know how full-time working moms do it. No, I’m not trying to fuel a mommy war about who has it harder – all moms have it hard! I’m just beyond impressed with your ability to get yourself and little person/ people dressed, groomed, fed, and bags packed and out the door by a certain time every morning. I only have to get my one child ready for preschool two mornings per week and no matter how early we get up, I always feel so rushed.
3. I wish I was still working full-time at my old job. It’s been 2.5 years since I was let go but I still miss my job all.the.time. I’m always searching for others like it, but have yet to be successful. I miss the work a lot. Plus, I think I’d be a better mom and have more patience if I had more dedicated work time with more childcare. Oh, and not having to worry as much about finances as much would be a huge bonus, too!
4. That being said, most days as a stay-at-home/ part-time working mom are pretty great. Wyatt doesn’t listen to me at all (he listens to daddy and his teachers though, so yay?) which drives me insane and brings me to tears some days. Still, toddlers are these amazing little people. I’m pretty sure there’s nothing better than hearing a 2 year old giggle and hearing “I yuv you, mommy”.
He’s great at running away from me. At least he’s not in the street in this picture.
5. I’m glad this isn’t my first pregnancy. One of my good friends had her first baby recently and is shocked by how hard and around-the-clock caring for a baby is. I tried warning her during her pregnancy, but what first-time mom-to-be understands how hard it will really be? I definitely didn’t! There’s just no way to know what it’s like caring for a child until you have one of your own. I’ve reassured her a million times that it gets easier, but I know she can’t understand that yet either. I’m so glad I have experience on my side and won’t be blindsided this time around. I know it will be much harder than I realize having two kiddos, but I also know that things will get better at some point.
6. So, I’m taking all that advice people gave me during my first pregnancy and listening it. Sadly, you can’t stock sleep so “sleep now” doesn’t help you feel well-rested once baby comes. But it is so nice being able to nap when Wyatt naps and going to bed early knowing that I (probably) won’t be woken up by a screaming child an hour later. Pregnancy insomnia is getting bad again, though, and most days I’m wide awake by 5am. Instead of schlepping to the gym or forcing myself to do work, I’m just relaxing. I’ll drink my coffee in silence and sometimes make a big breakfast for us. Soon 5am will bring tears, nursing and pumping sessions, and NYCM training runs, so I’m savoring my alone time while I can.
7. Running is getting harder because I’ve gained so much weight. I’m up a solid 30 lbs. now at 34 weeks, and my legs and feet feel it with every single step. I remember thinking this towards the end of my first pregnancy, but was hesitant to say it because I was afraid of the backlash, but here we go: I have the utmost respect for people who start running when they’re overweight. Seriously. You guys deal with aches, pains, and other hurdles that thin runners don’t have to deal with. I’m not trying to be insensitive at all, I’m in awe of you and find you truly inspiring. I bow down to you!
8. However, I’m thankful this is my only running complaint at 34 weeks. I don’t know how I’ve managed to bypass pelvic discomfort, Braxton Hicks, heartburn, or any other truly bad pregnancy complaints on my runs so far – I was done running and even walking by this time with Wyatt. Running is still pretty enjoyable, so I’m going to keep it up until it no longer is.
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!