9 weeks: I remember just feeling the normal first trimester awfulness. I was counting every day and week getting out of the first trimester to lower my risk of another miscarriage. My training load went way down, although I can't remember how much of it was conscious or just because I felt sick. We were definitely excited to be pregnant again, and by 12 weeks we knew it would be a little boy.
14 weeks: I don't have many pictures during this time, but here is one of me and Isla running. So, I guess I was still trying to run! Although I remember it was very hot and I had a feeling if Isla came with me we would not be running for too long. Sure enough probably a quarter mile later we were picking flowers and walking when Isla decided it was too hot and she was too tired. I was probably only jogging up to 2-3 miles at this time, and probably with plenty of walk breaks.
22 weeks: I hated every minute of wearing a bathing suit on the beach. I had to force myself to do it, and not be that self-conscious person. But I struggled. And I hate to admit this, but this is the best picture I could find. Sorry I did that! Trying to keep it real, but I didn't want to post everything hanging out. I was not a cute looking pregnant woman on the beach. 22 weeks this time around is about my 34 week equivalent with my first pregnancy. At 22 weeks I was just starting to stop all jogging due to the extra weight and discomfort, plus the constant 100+degree heat indexes.
But I did do daily crossfit with Dave at the beach, which is our yearly routine. I am not a crossfit person, but on vacation I go with Dave so we can spend time together. I actually worked hard in there, and I truly believe that having peers around you in your training can help. Now if I could just actually find those peers here in Nola going forward...
The elusive beach family picture- Isla is always too wiped out to really participate.
But, here is a pregnancy hack that works for me: swimming helps me with the swelling quite a bit. The day of the swim photo below, also 27 weeks, I could not put on my shorts or see a single bone in my foot/ankle joint. After 30 minutes of swimming (term "swimming" used loosely but I am just trying to move), I was able to fully see my ankles and pull my shorts up. The swelling has been real this time around! Perhaps because I swam a ton when I was pregnant with Isla I did not have such a problem with swelling? This time around I can count on two hands my swimming, mostly due to logistics of my work and the pool, but I am trying to make a more conscious effort to get in there 1-2 times a week going forward to help with everything.
28 weeks: Most of my exercise, if I am able to do any, has to happen after 7pm. I usually get home from work anywhere around 5:30-6:00, and after being on my feet all day at the hospital, I am usually so swollen I just sit down and elevate them. I try to stay motivated to get out and walk in the evening anywhere from 45-60 minutes, but I am definitely not making it happen as much. Early pregnancy I was at about a 14-15 min/mile clip. By 28 weeks more like a 17 min/mile clip. Every now and then I think to jog a little bit during my walks, but then I remember it doesn't feel good and I can just run post baby and enjoy it.
29 weeks: Made it to Memphis for a class reunion with my PT friends. I was also sick with a respiratory infection I just could not kick, and that has probably been the worst part of pregnancy.
Also- 29 weeks: This is a FAKE NEWS picture. I took this and thought, well, now I know why everyone looks so amazing on instagram. I look "smaller" at 29 weeks than I did at 22 at this angle. I have developed some better guard rails over the years for my social media intake, which has helped during this pregnancy. I still have the urge to compare myself to the gals that run marathons throughout pregnancy or maintain their athletic figure with a tiny baby bump, but I work hard to manage it and continue to be grateful for everything I have, which doesn't necessarily have a lot to do with athletics right now.
31 weeks: Heading out the door for a PT meeting. I regretted those shoes 30 minutes later.
32 weeks: Can't really see anything due to the darkness of this picture, but I still try to have a tiny social life. I was able to hang for about 4 hours at the #PussyFooters Pub Prance before taking my swollen cankles home.
Mostly I am looking forward to running and cycling again! This is the most significant and true amount of time I have taken off, and I think the challenge for me to return to sport will be very hard indeed. I am going to have a lot of weight to lose, muscle to gain, and skeletal integrity to make happen. It will be a good challenge :)
And I will finish up with my favorite picture thus far with pregnancy- Isla and Sullivan hugging baby boy :) This picture makes me so happy!!!!
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