Rebellin

Just back from my ritual lunch break at the gym.  This is already getting depressing, people.  Although I have been working out 6 days per week this entire pregnancy, my endurance just seems to be getting worse and worse with each workout.  And the most depressing part is that the worst of it is yet to come.  The idea of recovering again from a c-section and getting back into shape after that is daunting.

It seems hard for me to grasp that just six months ago, I ran my first 10K.  Less than a week after finding out I was pregnant, I did a 5K run.  I kept running until I was about 3 months along, when my ego just couldn’t handle how fast my running endurance was getting zapped.  My normal slow/warm up pace on the treadmill had me struggling to keep up, and I finally decided it was time to get back into the Speedo and hit the pool.

Pool workouts are good.  Just as last time, swimming is the one time when I actually feel in shape and feel like I can maintain my endurance.  I did butterfly and IM sets up until week 39 my last pregnancy.  But it hit me at the gym today that I really miss running, and I won’t be able to get back into running until at least September.  And oh, God, will that be painful.  I remember my first run after recovering from my c-section with Little Miss — I hopped on the treadmill thinking I’d go for 10 minutes before walking, and I could only make it to 3.  It will be a long road to build myself up to hour long runs again.

I know I just have to keep my eye on the prize, but that is so hard right now.  Perhaps if I had a cute little pregnancy bump it would be so depressing, but I swear that pregnancy just makes me look fatter and fatter. 

That broaches a topic that has been riling me up lately.  On the boards of BabyCenter.com, women talk about how they’re “working out”.  They lift weights with THREE POUND DUMBELLS and walk a bit.  It just cracks me up.  Or they keep talking about how they SHOULD workout, but don’t have energy.  We’re pregnant — not disabled.  Although I’m complaining about feeling out of shape, I’m still lifting weights (a hell of a lot more than 3 lbs)  and working up a good sweat in spin class and in the pool.  I do challenging sets just as before.  In fact, my doctor encouraged me to continue my routines.  I have talked to three doctors about exercise in pregnancy, and all said to just go for it — don’t do anything that is uncomfortable, but even working out on your back is fine.  From what I’ve read, it actually makes the baby stronger when you workout.

You should hear the comments I get when I’m at the gym, or even when I was snow shoeing last weekend (I was wearing my “I’m not fat, I’m pregnant shirt”).  People are so shocked that I’m still being active, and act like it’s a huge accomplishment.  When to me, it is my sanity saver, my personal time, and honestly, I can’t imagine how hard getting back into shape would be if I took 9 months off before having the baby.

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Hello, and happy Monday.  I started off this morning (which was hard enough being the first Monday on the new time) by weighing, and man, was that depressing.  I’m one week shy of 5 months pregnant, and am now up 7 pounds.  Ick.  I was really sad about it until I checked it with the records from my last pregnancy, and at the same point for that one, I was up 11 pounds (OK, weighed with clothes in the doctor office), so I guess I’m on track.  But still…  For someone who has watched her weight since she was 11, this part of pregnancy is a hard pill to swallow.

I went snow shoeing this past weekend with a pregnant friend, her hubby and 2 Husky dogs.  It was a fun time, and I really enjoyed getting out in the mountains after the recent snowfall (5 feet up there in a week).  Plus, it’s nice to hang out with a pregnant friend, as we don’t make each other feel out of shape.

After snow shoeing, I retrieved Little Miss from her aunt’s house (thank you, Aunt A for watching her!), and took her home for a nap. I slept myself, and woke up to find Little Miss playing in her room.  All seemed well until I found the cap to a bottle of baby aspirin I had left out on the kitchen counter, as I gave our arthritic dog a dose earlier in the day.  I asked her, “where is the bottle to this?”

Her reply was, “in my room.  I ate all your candy.”

I can’t tell you what explicatives ran through my head.  I found the bottle, which was completely empty, but luckily it had only been about 1/4 full.  So, after a call to poison control, where I was assured she’d likely be OK, but to take her to the ER if her stomach starts hurting, we were in the clear.  At least I didn’t breathe easy until several hours later.  Gah!  So much for childproof caps, and I now know that my super tall daughter can reach things on the kitchen counter that I didn’t realize she could reach. 

Last night, we went to a friends house to pick up her hand me down baby boy clothes.  We were both shocked when she opened up a room with 20 bags of clothes.  JB said, “this is for one kid?!”

So now, I have a significant project on my hand to get rid of the girl clothes and sort through what boy clothes I want to keep.  Don’t worry, I think I have a home for the girl clothes.  But part of me is nervous to part with them, as what if the ultrasound was wrong?!

Well, those are all of my thoughts for this Monday morning.  Have I mentioned how much it SUCKS to be sitting out the rest of ski season when we keep getting storm upon storm leaving behind epic conditions?!  I hope this kid appreciates it!