Category Archives: Pregnancy

12/7/12

I got the good news last night, that I passed my 3 hour glucose screening and do not have gestational diabetes.  Of course, I was happy and relieved because I don’t think anyone wants to go on a restrictive diet through pregnancy and worry about how the disease might affect their baby.  That being said, I did some research and wanted to share because there is definitely a stigma that goes along with developing gestational diabetes that isn’t very fair. 

 When we think of people with type II diabetes, we often think of those that have the highest risk factors; overweight, not enough exercise.  Its common then to assume and associate the same stigma to those that develop this disease during pregnancy.  However, the research I found (from the diabetes.org website) says this is not the case.  They are not sure what causes gestational diabetes but know that during pregnancy, because of placental hormones, a woman’s body needs about 3 times the insulin she normally needs to prevent the level of glucose in the blood from getting too high.  Some women in their 24th week of pregnancy have insulin that cannot keep up with the demand.  It doesn’t mean the mother had diabetes before or that she will have diabetes after the pregnancy.  Its not something she did wrong.  So if you did have or had gestational diabetes its nothing to feel shameful about, like I did when my initial glucose test was outside the acceptable range.

 That being said, there are so many other pressures that pregnant women put upon themselves that can cause unnecessary stress or disappointment.  In the birthing class that Tim and I took last weekend everyone in the class pretty much unanimously said the thing they wanted most out of birth was a healthy baby.  Well then, no matter how you get there, if that’s the overall outcome there should be no disappointment.  I’ve heard women that have had c-sections say they felt as if it was some sort of failure on their part to deliver.  It makes me sad to hear that women feel this way after having a healthy baby.  Sure, I admit that a c-section is not ideal and I’m hoping I don’t need one, mainly because it’s a major surgery and has associated risks and also a much longer recovery time.  However, if it turns out that I need to have one to deliver my healthy baby, I’m not going to let myself feel like I did something wrong.

 The same is true for delivery methods.  I’ve talked to many women in the last few months about birth and delivery and found that a lot of women have strong opinions either way on how to go about delivery.  I’ve had plenty tell me to just get an epidural, that its worth it and even some that say it made delivery “easy”.  I’ve also had some women that didn’t have an epidural with their first birth, but did with subsequent deliveries say that they wish they had an epidural the first time.  I’ve also had women tell me that the epidural is unnecessary and it slows everything down and doesn’t allow for labor to progress naturally and that it isn’t really that bad.  So it seems that everyone that’s been through labor and delivery has a strong opinion about what’s best.  So what do I think?  I don’t know.  I’m purposely trying to stay as open and objective as possible so that when I have my own delivery experience, I don’t feel pressure to stick to any particular plan and feel disappointed if I don’t.  The thing about birth is that its unpredictable.  While I think I am pretty tough and have a high pain tolerance, I’ve never experienced this before and know that it can vary greatly from one woman to another and even from one pregnancy to the next.  So I have a hard time saying “well this is what I want” when I have no experience of my own to base it on. 

 I honestly thought I’d sail through pregnancy pretty easily, and look at how surprised I’ve been at some of the hardships I’ve encountered.  Even last night, I felt very uncomfortable most of the evening and I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was.  I had this sensation that I had to pee all night, no matter how many times I went.  It wasn’t painful, but I also just felt like my belly was really heavy and there was a lot of pressure in my pelvic area.  This morning I woke up and everything magically seems fine.

 I purchased The Bradley Method of childbirth and began reading one of the books yesterday.  The theory behind it is that childbirth is a natural process and the role of the doctor is to be the “lifeguard” to watch for any complications and assist should that be necessary, but otherwise, let women do what their bodies were made for.  I have to say that I agree with this and that births in the hospital is something relatively new to women since we’ve been having babies for thousands of years.  That being said, the rates of death for mothers and babies has also declined substantially due to improvements in modern medicines and interventions.  Where a breech baby was something that was pretty much a medical emergency some time ago, today its not necessarily anything to be too concerned over.  

  And there are many areas of childbirth where something can happen at any part along the way that could greatly be helped by medical intervention.  Another example is if your water breaks before contractions start.  Once your water breaks, the birth should happen within a certain timeframe due to risks posed from having the waters break.  So again…medical intervention that I wouldn’t say “no” to. 

 Birth is such a personal experience for every woman and every couple, as it should be.  I just wanted to express my feelings that it doesn’t have to come with this “high expectations” birth plan that may or may not work for you.  A healthy baby is a blessing that we should all be thankful for, no matter what the method.

Glucose Test 12/6/12

Yesterday evening’s run went really well!  I’d say it was the best in weeks, honestly.  My back didn’t bother me at all, my legs didn’t go too numb or at least didn’t feel weak for very long, and overall I just felt good.  I went slow, as usual, averaging 8:28 pace, so it was still even one of my faster runs in a while.  I did have the slight sensation that I had to pee, but when I returned, it went away.  I ran after work and it was dark and I tried focusing on the Christmas lights in my neighborhood and I didn’t even stop once!  I did several loops.  I’ve decided that from now on, no matter what my distance instead of going out and then coming back, I’m just going to do short little loops that are never very far from my house should something happen.  Not always exciting, and I’m sure it will get old quickly, but its safer. 

 Tim was out of town on business last night so immediately after my run I made dinner and ate it, then realizing I needed to fast for 12 hours prior to my glucose test!  Luckily, since I finished before 8, I was still ok.  I walked the dog and was then just so very tired.  I was hoping to get out some more Christmas decorations and go through some boxes of things I’ve had in storage (Tim and I are doing a major house detox to get ready for baby) but I just didn’t have the energy.  I watched tv for a bit and then took a hot shower since I was feeling cold and stiff before going to bed.

 No lower back issues during the night.  I slept in a little bit since my appointment was at 8:15 am and it was not more than a few minutes drive.  Especially since I’d showered the night before and couldn’t eat breakfast, I didn’t need much time to get ready.  So I drove to the hospital, got there 15 minutes early, checked in and setup my laptop in the waiting room and began to work.  They called my name a few minutes past 8:15 and took me into a room and explained to me they had no paperwork and had no idea what I was therefore.  Upon discussing further, we came to the realization that I was supposed to go to a different building.  Stressed out because now I was late and didn’t have a phone number to call, I quickly headed in the direction the lady told me and drove around all these buildings and could not find the one I was supposed to go to.  I called my OB’s office, dropped the call, called back and by the time I had explained to the woman on the phone what I needed, I saw the building!  Great way to start an already stressful test! 

 They were really nice at the glucose test and it really was not fun.  They drew blood from my arm first thing to get a fasting reading.  They actually took much more blood than I thought they would.  Then the nurse gave me a drink and told me to drink the whole thing within 5 minutes.  It tasted much worse than the one I had for the 1 hour test.  I looked at the bottle and realized it was twice as concentrated.  It was sort of like drinking syrup.  She told me if I threw up, we’d have to do the test all over again.  She gave me some water and then I went back to the waiting room for an hour.  She called me in one hour later and took more blood from my other arm, and then did the same thing one hour later and another hour after that.  The drink did not feel good in my stomach.  I was nauseous but kept it all down because I did not want to have to do this all over again.  This morning when I woke up I was hungry.  When I left, after several hours of not eating and just having that drink sitting in my belly for 3 hours I wasn’t really.  But I knew I needed to eat and that it might make my belly feel better so I ate a hearty lunch when I got home.  I even ate a gingerbread cookie and a peanut butter candy because if I do have GD, I’m sure those foods will be off limits until after the baby is born.  The nurse said they should call me about 24 hours to let me know the results.

 In the meantime, I decided to try running two days in a row.  Normally Thursday would be my swimming day but since I had this appointment this morning.  It wasn’t nearly as nice as yesterday’s run, but it wasn’t all that bad either.  I stopped once when the pressure in my bladder was intense and then started again when I didn’t feel it after stopping.  Again, my back felt fine.  My right lower leg felt a little weak and numb, but not bad. The worse part was that I kept burping up that awful drink!  A couple times I thought maybe I’d even throw up, but I didn’t.  I ran my 3 miles and was happy that it went fairly well.  I ran slightly different loops and my overall time was only 5 seconds slower than yesterdays run, so I guess I’m consistent in my comfortable pace at least!  Averaged 8:30 today, and both days noticed that my first mile is my slowest, my second mile is always my fastest and my last mile is somewhere in between the two.  Interesting.

When the week starts out Rough it can only get better, 11/16/12

On Monday and Tuesday I was in so much pain from my back that it made me really crabby and overly emotional.  By Wednesday though, I was having a much easier time walking and it didn’t hurt constantly throughout the day.

 I thought that I was going to have a really hard time with not running but I actually stayed pretty positive about it.  Each day when I’ve woken up I’ve felt such a marked improvement in my back from the day before and I think that that really helped.  With my IT band injury last spring, each day it did not feel better and I think that really made it hard to see the end in sight and I wasn’t sure how long I would have to stay off of running.  With this injury and the way I’ve been feeling better every day, I’ve felt very encouraged that running is just around the corner.  And since I haven’t missed that many days I don’t have to worry about starting up all over again.

 Yesterday my back felt real good, almost 100%.  I entertained thoughts about running, however, I decided to do something I rarely do and give it a little extra time.  So I went for a 2 mile walk on my lunch break yesterday followed by a 1.25 mile walk with my dog last night.  I could feel my back tighten slightly when I walked so I was glad I didn’t run on it yet.  I wanted to see if walking yesterday would make me more sore this morning and I’m happy to report that it didn’t!  So, once again, I thought about running a few miles today, but since today was the first day that my back feels right about 100% better, I decided to walk again with a goal of running 3 miles tomorrow.  Sunday will be a rest day and then Monday I’ll try for 5.  Hopefully by then everything will be back to normal.  Then when I get back to it, I realized I really have to modify and I’m surprisingly ok with that. 

 So what is driving my positive mental outlook?  I think it’s a few things.  First, I realized that its most important to me that I’m able to run through the entire pregnancy if possible and if that means cutting back, I’d rather do that than have to stop completely again.  Second, the pain I was in earlier this week was pretty horrible and I don’t want to have to go through that again.  Thirdly, I’ve realized this week that I have so many wonderful things to be thankful for and its really hard to feel sorry for myself. 

 Tim has been wonderful.  He has been my rock, this week and of course, before.  I’ve been so impressed with the way he’s been so dedicated to working hard every single day to finish our remodeling project.  By the time we’re done, we will have basically remolded our entire 2nd floor.  In addition, he’s also been there for me and listened when I’ve cried and had “moments” and has made sure to call me daily to see how I’m doing.  At this stage in pregnancy, its so wonderful to have that.

 Besides Tim, I’ve also been sentimental this week about many other wonderful little things that are easily overlooked.  Its been getting cold outside, below freezing and we have heat when so many people in New York have been without it.  Every morning on my drive into work there’s been a beautiful sunrise that’s looked even more amazing against the frost covered fields.  My friends and family are amazing.  Tim and I are both fortunate to work for great companies that are doing well in a poor economy and we don’t have to worry about how to pay our bills every month.  I’m growing a very active little girl in my belly and with each passing day, we get one day closer to finally meeting her.  So with all this, I just don’t know how I can feel sorry for myself for having to miss a week of running.  The holidays are fast approaching and I’m looking forward to them. 

 

 

Half Marathon Summary and Back Pain, 11/12/12

It has been a while!

 When I left off I was really struggling with the running and worried about getting through the half marathon I signed up to do with my friend.  I am happy to report that all that worrying was for naught.  We had really great race weather (chilly at the start) and surprisingly, I didn’t feel too bad.  I was surprised at the start with how congested it was with runners.  The marathon tried to have people seeded by time, but it was still chaos.  I’m used to racing in the front of races where most of the people at the start are supposed to be there and go out at the pace they line up at, and those that don’t just sort of fall into the back.  I wasn’t used to having so many people with such different paces all running together for the first few miles of the half marathon!  We started just behind the 7:49 pace group and I swear there were people running 9:30 pace.  It was extremely hard to pace when you were trying to run with your friends and get around the slower folks.  On top of that, there were parked cars on both sides of the street and then there was a section of construction barrels and cones to watch out for!  It really felt like an obstacle course, but my friends laughed and said that this was how it normally is at the start of a big race in the middle of the pack.  Another “mistake” that I felt the race made was to take the marathon/half marathon on the 5K run route which had water stops at mile 1 and mile 2.  Well, if you have the water stops, sure enough, people are going to stop.  Honestly, for a marathon or half, there is no reason to have a water stop before the 5K mark, ever!  But, I’ll digress, this wasn’t MY race, afterall, it was my friend’s.

 My friend Darla stayed with us through those first few crazy miles and then dropped off.  The crowd started to spread out and Carol and I were keeping our pace between 7:55-8:05, perfectly on pace.  She was already breathing pretty hard though so I didn’t try to make too much conversation and tried to keep the pace from picking up too much in the beginning.  My belly felt ok.  It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t the worst either.  Maybe the race atmosphere served as a distraction, either way, the miles seemed to clip along at a good pace until about mile 10.  This is where Carol started to struggle.  We had banked a little bit of time in the beginning but were losing it quickly.  I could tell she was really struggling.  I just kept offering words to try to encourage her and tried to pick up the pace, but she would fall back.  I started to worry that she wasn’t going to hit her goal and that I had let us get out too fast, etc.  My calves started to really hurt.  Despite not feeling good, she was being really tough and sticking it out.  She wasn’t picking up the pace, but she wasn’t slowing down either.  I just kept telling her how much we had left and reminding her to do this for herself.  In the last mile, I really started to get worried.  That’s when she really impressed me because she picked it up again!  Believe me, I know how hard that is at that point in a race once you’ve already slowed down.  She fought hard, and I was so proud to be right there with her when she crossed the finish line to a new PR of 1:45.07!!!  She thanked me for helping her, but honestly it was such an honor for me to see such dedication and sheer will.  It reminded me of those feelings of pushing yourself so hard, when everything in your body wants you to quit and then realizing the wonderful results.

Me and Carol crossing the finish line of the Monumental Half

Me and Carol crossing the finish line of the Monumental Half

 After that I took Sunday and Monday off of running to let my sore calves heal.  I had a work class all last week in Miami, Florida.  I packed my shorts and short sleeve t-shirts.  I went for a run at 6 am on Monday morning and couldn’t believe how great I felt!  I ran just over 6 miles because I got a little turned around and there were some moments when I had abdominal pain, but it seemed to be something I could try to correct by breathing a little more steady.  The next morning, another co-worker of mine arrived and we ran together the rest of the week.  Her pace was slower than mine by about a minute per mile, but I just went her pace and enjoyed the company and again was surprised at how great I felt.  There were some moments it seemed like I was floating again and could easily forget that I was pregnant.  I was thrilled!  I thought that maybe my belly had moved outward more and took some of the pressure out of my pelvic girdle and maybe it would feel this good from here on out!

 I flew back home on Friday, and noticed on the long plane ride that my lower back was getting pretty sore.  I attributed it to the long day of travel and got to bed shortly after I got home around 1 am.  I woke up the next morning with some back pain, but it didn’t feel much different than it did the day before and since I’d had such great runs in Florida I decided to try a 10 mile run.  Tim convinced me to try a shorter loop and add on if I felt good.  That’s what I did, but within the first 5 miles I was feeling so amazing that I just decided to keep going and add on.  I felt like I did pre-pregnancy or at least in the early weeks of pregnancy running.  I was even cruising!  Ticking off 7:30 miles easily.  I started to day dream about races I’d do after the pregnancy.  Then, sometime around mile 7 things changed.  It wasn’t a sudden change but I noticed that my calves were starting to fatigue, I had a few hills and they seemed to take it out of me a little more than they should have.  Nothing really felt “bad” but I guess I just felt like the run was getting too long and I wanted it to be done.  I finished my 10 and decided that was probably the last 10 I do during the rest of the pregnancy.  It makes me sad in a way because I always love those great long runs, but I realized that I’m taxing my body more than I would if I were my normal pre-pregnancy weight.  Later on in the day, my calves and back continued to hurt, but I didn’t think much of it.

 Sunday morning I woke up and my back was still pretty stiff so I decided to go buy one of those pregnancy pillows.  Well, I slept with it last night and woke up at 3 am with horrible pain in my back.  I could hardly move and it was just excruciating.  I’d try to lay in the most comfortable position and my head would hurt and I finally got up and started doing some stretches/pelvic tilts but they didn’t help.  I could hardly move/walk this morning.  So now I’m not sure what to do.  I have an appointment with the chiropractor tomorrow after work, but I really can’t imagine spending another night like last night.  I think I’m going to see if I can go in today.  I’m not sure about running.  On the one hand, it felt fine when I ran on Saturday so I wonder if it would be that bad.  On the other hand, since its hard for me to walk, twist, lift my legs, my common sense is telling me that’s a BAD idea!  So that’s what’s going on.

 Little Alexandra (yes, we’ve finally named her!) has been moving a lot and growing!  My belly is very obviously pregnant now as I hit the 6 month mark today!  I’m really happy since they say at 24 weeks, even if you go into pre-term labor the baby stands a good chance of survival outside of the womb with intensive medical care.  Obviously, I wouldn’t want to deliver any time soon, but it is nice knowing that she stands a better chance of survival now than ever before.  So, according to my due date I have 16 weeks to go.  It could be 13 or it could be 18, and I’m trying to think on the shorter side.  I always thought I would be one of those women that loves pregnancy, and in the beginning I really did.  After all the running discomforts and now the back pain, I’m definitely looking forward to actually having my daughter to meet and hold and also getting my body back.  I know it will all be more than worth it, but in the short term it still isn’t very much fun!  I’m an active person and while taking a few days off of working out here or there isn’t so bad over the whole pregnancy, if I had to take a long time off it would be really hard on me. 

 I’m hoping that this is temporary and the chiropractor can provide some relief and then even if I have to take a couple days rest, that wouldn’t be so bad.  And then maybe I could have a normal, relatively easy rest of the pregnancy??

6 months pregnancy belly shot

6 months pregnancy belly shot

Its the Tough Runs that Show us What We’re Made of! 10/15/12

photoSaturday morning it was raining.  Raining pretty hard.  It was also pretty cold, in the low 40’s.  I looked out the window and thought about running on the treadmill.  12 miles on the treadmill would be super boring…but dry.  I thought about cutting the run short.  I still had a couple more weeks to get in 12 mile runs before the half, I could just do 10.

I put on my light weight water resistant jacket and sighed and began my 12 mile run.

I got wet, very wet before I had even crossed the first mile and I thought to myself as rain blurred my eyes that I was stupid and crazy.  My cold had mostly left, but I still had some congestion and a cough.  What was I thinking.

And then I thought about being done.  Going into my warm house, all soaked and cold, and taking a long hot shower.  “Ok, I can do this.  How many people would use every excuse to not do this?  Well, I’m going to do it.”

I started to feel, happy.  I couldn’t look at my watch because it was tucked safely under my jacket, trying to keep dry.  I had no idea what mile I was at or what pace I was running.  I was just running and it actually felt really good.  For the first time in a very long time the pressure of my baby wasn’t quite as uncomfortable.  I didn’t feel like I had the urge to go to the bathroom.  I just felt like I was out for a run, and I was.  At some point, I had to stop at a red light and I looked at my watch and saw that I was exactly at 6 miles.  It was right around where I guessed I’d be.  I knew I’d need to take my chomps and my water at about 8 miles but didn’t look at my watch and just tried to figure out “where 8 miles was”.  After I finished taking my stuff, I did peel back my jacket and take a peak and was happy to see I was at 8.42, so I had been pretty close at guessing my distance the whole way.

I didn’t look at my watch again the rest of the run.  I guessed again at what should be a couple miles later and took some Gatorade.  The last mile was tough.  I just wanted to be done and I guess I did look at my watch once again to make sure I’d run 12.  I had and I had averaged 7:40 pace!  Most of my miles were actually in the 7:30-7:35 range but I had one mile that was up a long hill that was an 8:03.  What a great run!  I felt so wonderful afterwards.  The sense of accomplishment was heightened because I had extra obstacles and was lacking motivation to get out and yet I did it anyway.  LOVE runs like that!

I didn’t stretch until I was in the warm shower because I could already feel my body starting to tense up from the wet and cold.  All my clothes and shoes were soaked!  I loved everything about it and will remember it for some time!

Bridge Run Recap 9/14/12

Its been an interesting few days. 

 I actually took both Friday and Saturday off of running to get ready for the Bridge run on Sunday.  It’s the first time that I’ve had 2 days off of running in a row in a long time.  Since Saturday was free we decided to go watch my friend Val’s cross-country meet in Sparta.  It was a great meet and we had a great time, we rode over there with Val’s husband, Derek and her 9 month old daughter, Brooklyn. 

 On the way back we got into a “minor” car accident.  I say “minor” in quotes because there was a lot of damage done to Val and Derek’s vehicle, but everyone was ok.  I was in the back with Brooklyn and she didn’t so much as flinch.  I felt fine.  I was a little worried about the lap belt impacting my baby…but I talked to the EMS guys and they said I was probably fine and just to follow up with my provider this week.  Well, we have an appointment today anyway.

 So, fast forward to Sunday.  The Grand Rapids Bridge run was fun.  My plan was to go out very conservatively.  Since Tim and I had averaged 7:30 pace on our 10 mile run the week before I figured averaging 7:15’s for the whole 10 mile run (I had to stop myself from calling it a “race” since I’m not “racing” for another 6 months).  I wanted to start at 7:30 pace and then work down into the 7:15’s and hopefully finish the last few miles at 6:45 as long as it felt ok. 

 Well, I didn’t start at 7:30, I started closer to 7:15.  I tried to slow it down over the next few miles, but it really felt super easy so I decided to just “go with it” and not pick it up until at least after 5 miles.  

 I passed a lot of people between miles 2 and 4 that got caught up in the adrenaline and went out way too fast.  There was one guy, maybe in his 50’s that I passed and then he decided to “race” me.  It was actually kind of nice for me because I had something to focus on.  He’d pass me and get a little ways ahead and then he’d ease back into his pace and I’d catch him again (I was running the same pace) and I’d pass him and then he’d pass me again.  This went on for a couple miles and around mile 5, another 50 something guy joined him.  I knew they were “racing” me and was laughing inside because I wondered what they’d think if I told them I was almost 4 months pregnant…

 Oh well, it was fun.  I was accepting of the challenge.  Sometime though after mile 5, the second middle ager started to really pick up the pace, and to keep up with him I was running low 7’s.  I didn’t want to go any faster until at least mile 7, so I backed off and let him get further ahead.  Once he did though, he didn’t pick it up anymore and settled into a low 7 min pace along with me.  Sometime around mile 6 my first middle aged challenger dropped off completely.  When I got  to mile 7 I started to pick it up to sub 7 pace.  There were some people to pass and I started counting them, wanting to see how many people I could pass in the last few miles.  I noticed the other middle ager had picked it up too. 

 I started to feel tired around the 7.5 mile mark.  I was hoping to run 6:45 pace, but I was holding steady at about 6:51 and decided I better not try to push it beyond that.  Lucky for me, a lot of people had gone out too fast and were tired and I started passing a lot of people.  I forgot to keep count, but mentally it kept me going.  

 I felt like the effort was comfortably hard.  My breathing was still very much controlled and I was able to say a few sentences to people as we ran.  I even smiled when I saw the camera.  I was ready for the run to be done, don’t get me wrong…it wasn’t a walk in the park and I didn’t want to run a step further then 10 miles.  During the last mile, I was counting down the quarter miles as they passed to keep myself going.  Then with .25 to go I saw the finish line and realized the course was short.  Quite short.  I had 9.88 on my watch.  It was long when I did it the year before.  My friend Val (who finished as the 3rd female overall by the way, 9 months after giving birth) had it on her watch as 9.95 so it was much closer for her.  Either way, I was glad it was over and not concerned about “getting my round 10 in” for the day.

 At the finish, I was disappointed to find they only had water available.  A ten mile run with a baby on board and a $45 race fee, I thought there would be some bananas, bagels, chocolate milk or yogurt or something.  Just water.  I drank the water and then we waited around forever to get awards.  I didn’t win an award, but Tim did.  I was so happy for him.  He ran the 5K (which was LONG) so he didn’t get a PR, but had the course been accurate, it would have been one. 

 We finally got home and I ate an hour and a half later at that point.  I was tired.  We’d had a very busy weekend.  So I took a hot shower and layed down for a couple hours.  When I woke up, I had a headache that lasted into the night.  I ate dinner, and went to bed as normal.  Then, just before 1 am I woke up with a horrible headache that wrapped around my whole head and prevented me from sleeping.  I thought that maybe I had somehow dehydrated after the run so I went downstairs and guzzled as much water as I could stand and took an acetometaphen (only drug I can take) and layed down again to try to get some sleep.  By the time my alarm went off in the morning and I didn’t feel any better I made the decision I couldn’t go into work.  I’ve never in my time at this company had a sick day!  I just felt awful.  My head hurt and I just felt tired and weak and all I wanted to do was just lay down. 

 I had planned on going on a short run and even that day kept thinking that if I drank enough water, maybe I’d feel better.  In the afternoon I still didn’t feel well.  I had spent the whole day, basically lying around and still felt like that.  I didn’t know what was wrong, but worried about the baby.  I worried something was wrong.  I checked my temperature several times to make sure I didn’t have a fever and I never did. 

 So I ate dinner, walked the dog and went to bed.  I woke up this morning feeling like a million bucks!  Isn’t it funny, when you feel so crummy that when you feel just “normal” you feel SOOO great?!  So I got up early and ran 8 miles.  Still not sure what the heck was wrong with me.  We have our appointment this afternoon and I’m just so nervous.  I really want to hear that heart beat and be reassured that everything is ok. 

 Looking back, I’m glad I took it easy yesterday and didn’t run.  I probably shouldn’t have even walked the dog—but I admit I felt guilty for laying around all day.  I wonder if my body just really needs more time to recover than it ever has before?  I didn’t feel like I pushed the run too hard, but now I wonder if I did.  Either way, it’s given me time to think about what’s really important right now.  Averaging 7:04 pace at the bridge run shouldn’t have been important.  I just have to run easier than I feel like I should.  Its hard when you can’t trust your perceived level of exertion and need to just “take it down a notch”.

 

Me and Baby running the Bridge Run at 4 months

Me and Baby running the Bridge Run at 4 months

 

9/14/12

What a long week its been.  With traveling this week for work, I’ve just been tired mentally and physically. 

 I did my two days of treadmill (dreadmill) running, which was a total accomplishment in and of itself.  Then yesterday morning I got up at 5:30 am and ran 5 miles with Tim.  We actually ended up averaging a 7:23 pace!  It was surprising because when the alarm went off I did not want to get up, let alone run.  But I did, and once I was out there, as usual, felt good. 

 My headaches have seemed to clear up this week, which has been really nice.  I’ve been super tired this week but I think its more from lack of sleep than anything else.  So, otherwise, I don’t really “feel” pregnant.  Its funny because I should probably be thankful, but it kind of makes me nervous too.  We get to listen to the heartbeat next Tuesday and I’m just looking so foreward to that. 

 I gained 2 pounds this week!  Yikes!  Everything I’m reading says “a pound a week” and I gained 2!  I’m trying not to fret about it, especially because it may just be a fluke, but its definitely hard to see the numbers jump up that much!  Then you read things like “you’re probably up about 5 pounds by now” and I’m going…yeah…or almost 8!  Its hard not to feel “fat” right now because that’s how I look.  I don’t have that distinctive “baby bump” yet…I just have a stomach that looks flabbier by the day (and a chest that looks bustier). 

 I go back to my running though and am surprised that so far that’s been staying consistent and I wonder for how much longer.  I’m going to run the Bridge Run 10 miler on Sunday and I feel pretty good going into it.  I’m hoping to maybe average around 7:15 pace, but don’t want to be “set on that” in case it just doesn’t feel right.  It should be fun and enjoyable and really that’s what’s important.

 

Painful 8 miler 9/10/12

I’m in Detroit right now for our bi-annual Sales Meeting.  I woke up this morning at home and completed an 8 mile run before driving over.  It was cold this morning, 45 degrees so I wore a long sleeve shirt the whole way.  I didn’t feel like running.  My left foot actually felt fine but my right foot was bothering me.  I should briefly mention that I had a great 10 mile run with Tim on Saturday.  We averaged 7:30 pace and I felt confident that I can complete the Bridge 10 miler next weekend!

 Back to this morning.  I did something with my right foot at a wedding we were at over the weekend.  I’m not sure if I was stepping on it different because my left foot had been hurting or if I twisted it on the uneven ground or what.  The whole 8 miles this morning it hurt every time I landed on it.  Several times I asked myself if I should cut the run short.  I weighed the pros and cons in my head so many times.  It went something like this.  “Am I doing further damage by continuing to run on it?  It doesn’t seem to be getting worse, so probably not.  Is running with this intensity of pain good for me, mentally and physically?  Sometimes when you’re in pain you unconsciously change the way you run and it can lead to other problems.  I don’t seem to be running any different.  What if I did 6 miles instead of 8?  Well, I don’t want to have to run 8 miles any other day this week so just get it over with…”  And the thoughts went on, but ultimately I made the decision at every point that I could have cut to keep going.  Why?  Well, for one, I really didn’t think it was making anything worse and for another, it didn’t seem to be changing the way I was running.  Another reason, I admit was because I knew I would be out of town and have lots of “not so healthy” food temptations and I knew I’d feel less guilty if I ran 8 miles.  Either way, I got the run in, felt great afterwards and rubbed my foot during the long drive and it actually felt better.  We’ll see how it feels tomorrow.

The week went by super fast as vacations usually do.  Unfortunately, most of my runs felt kind of “hard” during vacation.  On Saturday before we left I got in a nice 8 miler and that seemed to go pretty well.  Then on Monday I ran out on this road that was close to our campground.  Maybe it was because it was in direct sun, it was hotter and more humid than the temperatures I normally run in or maybe it was just a long road on an out and back course (which I’m usually not a fan of).  I did end up taking off my shirt and just running in my two sports bras and shorts (which I hardly ever do because I’m just modest).  There was not very much traffic but I have developed a very noticeable “baby bump” that just looks like belly flab right now so I was self conscious of it when people were around, but not enough to cover up since I felt so hot!  On the way out I was running fast (7:20 ish pace) and I saw a huge hill up in the distance.  After going up the hill and then on the way back when I was going into the wind and mostly uphill, I told myself to slow down.  There is nothing wrong with running slower right now and feeling more comfortable and enjoying the run instead of feeling like I have to push it somewhat all the time.  So my pace on the way back slowed to over 8 min miles.  Big deal!

 On Tuesday I ran with Tim on this gorgeous trail that ran along Lake Michigan.  There were views of the Mackinac Bridge in the background.  Tim and I ran kind of fast; again in the 7:20 range and after we turned around I was literally counting the miles until we were done.  It was warmer again, but not too bad. 

 Wednesday I ran by myself again since Tim was doing another workout and I decided to run along the Lake Huron shoreline in the downtown area.  I forced myself to run slow, tried to keep the whole run at about 8 min pace.  I felt better and seemed to enjoy it a bit more, and the fact that it was the coolest morning yet probably helped.  Near the turn around point though the shore wasn’t visible and the downtown area stopped and it was just cheap motels and I was running by a stretch of boring highway and then I just wanted to run to be done.  I felt good afterwards and was craving a bagel and cream cheese but couldn’t find a bakery that sold one.  Apparently in St. Ignace doughnuts and pasties are more of the usual fare.  So I went back to camp and made my usual oatmeal skillet breakfast with some dried blueberries and granola I bought at one of the markets.

 Thursday Tim and I took the day off of running so we could drive north to go see the Pictured Rocks.  We did our long run then on Friday and that went ok as well.  It was my first time going 9 miles while pregnant.  It was again very hot though and I was again counting down the miles until we were done.  We ran on the trail along Lake Michigan again, so it was very pretty, but I wanted to be done.  When I was done it took a while to cool down and I went and bought a poweraide at a gas station since I could feel the sticky salt accumulation on my legs and arms and figured I needed some electrolytes.  The other problem I’ve had all week is that we didn’t have a bathroom in our cabin.  Well, since I’ve been preggo I’ve been having to pee at least 2 times during the night.  Its easy at home, I just walk to our bathroom and get back in bed with my eyes barely open.  The bathroom was quite a walk from our cabin.  The first couple nights I tried just peeing outside our cabin in the dark, but for us women its really not that easy and both nights unfortunately I got pee on my feet and legs.  Eew.  So I tried not drinking liquids past 7 pm in the hopes that I wouldn’t have to pee at night.  It worked a couple times but then I think when I run first thing in the morning I’m already dehydrated. 

 Anyway, other than that the rest of the week was fantastic!  I’m really starting to feel very good going into the second trimester.  I was feeling a little self conscious about my bump.  Its strange, I wanted it to get here and now that its here I just feel fat.  Its probably because I’m at that awkward stage where people still can’t tell I’m pregnant but it just looks like I have this little fat “pooch”!  I’m being silly, I know that.  Its still hard to watch your body change so drastically.

 Tim and I got home yesterday and I’m going to run here in a little bit to make up what I didn’t do on Thursday.  Yesterday was his birthday so we celebrated at BW3’s.  I have so much stuff to do today but right now I don’t feel like doing any of it.  I just want to sit here in my pj’s and load all my pictures from vacation.  We’re going to announce the pregnancy to the world (or to facebook) tomorrow!  I’m excited to finally do that and I’m just a couple days away from the second trimester!  How exciting!

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12 week checkup success, 8/24/12

Quick update today.  Yesterday’s appointment went well and we got to hear the heart beat with the Doppler!  YAY!  Heart rate of 148-151.  I thought we were having another ultrasound but we didn’t.  It was still amazing and reassured us that everything is going fine. 

 To celebrate,Tim and I had the Never Ending Pasta Bowl at the Olive Garden last night.  We never go there because even during the week there’s usually over an hour wait. But since we got there at 4:45 we got right in!  I ate two bowls of pasta—YIKES!  Could be part of the reason my weight this week was up a WHOLE POUND since last week brining my total (12 weeks in) to 4.5 pounds.  I think they recommend in the first trimester about 1-5, so with two weeks to go I should probably be holding steady! 

 Also, my run on Thursday was fast—which figures after I had just talked about my pace slowing!  Again, I wasn’t watching my watch, but averaged a 7:20 mile pace so who knows what that was all about.  I was SORE in my quads yesterday and today after doing my core strength on Wednesday.  I had skipped my leg work after my race last Saturday since my legs were a little sore and then I decided this would be the week I’d add on more reps.  Those few extra reps sure did a number!  I’m still having a hard time walking down stairs today.  Crazy. 

 Well, this is my last day at work for a whole week.  Not sure if I’ll write at all while on vacation.