Holy crap, what a hard secret to keep! And to be perfectly honest, I wasn’t very good at keeping it. Due to my love of wine, soft cheeses, sushi, and running ALL the miles, it was pretty obvious to my friends and family pretty early on (like 5 weeks in) that there was a baby on the way. And the belly I had popped by week 8 made it nearly impossible to hide. So without further adieu, I give you our overly cute and cheesy pregnancy announcement:
For those of you who know how well-behaved our dogs are (cough cough, eye roll), you can only imagine how many tries it took to get this pic perfect.
Sooooo…yay! We’re having a baby! As of right now, I am nearly 15 weeks along, and WOW, so much to talk about. I’ll break it down into a few different blog posts where I chat about ALL the fun of the first trimester, but for now, I’ll tell you the story of how I realized I was preggers (actually kind of a funny story) and then I’m just going to bullet a few of my musings/observations/nuggets of knowledge I have gathered along the way.
Some brief background is that when you are in your early to mid-thirties (or your mid to late teens if you’re in the bible belt), it seems as though everyone around you is popping out kids. Despite the mounting pressure to procreate and the fact that our weekends were becoming less “bender and debauchery in Vegas” and more “wine and cheese on the couch”, we decided to wait and “keep the goalie in net” for a bit, so to speak.
So at some point this past winter, we decided to pull the goalie and see what happened. It’s so weird when you actually start trying (or not trying to not get pregnant as we called it)…that thing that you have been actively trying to avoid for nearly the past 20 years (or 2 years if you are reading this Mom and Dad) is now something that you want to happen all of a sudden. Just…weird…sorry I don’t have a better word here.
So there I was a few months later, sitting down to outline a blog post about dealing with this crappy run that I had had. Basically, it was a shitty, frustrating run – I couldn’t hit paces that should have been easily attainable, and I felt nauseous and winded the whole time. I had to stop and buy a Gatorade, and then I walked home. And quite frankly, a couple of my runs over the past couple weeks at that time had proceeded in similar fashion.
Flashback to my “WTF just happened here?!?” pose.
As I had recommended to my readers to do so in that blog post, it was time to check in with my body.
Was I overtraining? Well, no, I don’t think so. I took a proper break after the RNR San Diego Marathon, and I had only been increasing my weekly mileage by 10% every week with step back weeks every 3 weeks. My tempo runs were long-ish, but were all being done at half marathon pace or slower. I hadn’t even started any interval work yet. And my weekly long runs were still under 16 miles at that point and at a pace 30-45 seconds slower than marathon goal pace. I was training by the book.
Was I fueling properly? Let me just put it to you this way – proper fueling has never been an issue for me. I have a rule when I am marathon training – basically, I should be eating roughly 2,300-3,000 calories/day based on my training level, gender, height and weight. That’s a LOT of calories, so I make sure that what I am dumping down my gullet is the good stuff. I always honor my hunger, but with fruits, veggies, whole grains, Greek yogurt, eggs, lean meats, and of course all the carbs. I don’t binge on sugar or alcohol. This doesn’t mean I don’t have wine and ice cream and cheeseburgers – everything in moderation kids, including moderation. So yes, I was fueling properly.
Was I getting proper sleep? 8-9 hours per night, baby! I am a sleeping champ.
I was 2 days late on my period, but in the few months after going off birth control, this is not exactly noteworthy since your body needs to adjust. I happened to have a really old pregnancy test on hand, and just for the hell of it peed on the stick and waited a couple minutes. Negative. Oh well. So I walked away, leaving the test on the sink and folded a bit of laundry in our room. I walked back a couple minutes later to throw out the test and wouldn’t you know it, that minus sign had turned into a plus sign! Holy crap! This…was…happening…
So after picking my hyperventilating body off of the floor, I did what any logical, rational human being would do and hauled ass to CVS to buy 4 more pregnancy tests (side note: probably not the best idea to drop $60 on pregnancy tests in retrospect). I got home and peed on every single one of those and all were positive. I’ll call my mood “happy shock” at this point. For those of you who have gone through this, you know it’s just so much to process – and I’m admittedly not the best at talking about “the feels”.
Danon got home from work later that night, and I told him the incredible news. I’m going to keep the details of how I told him private, but I will say there was initial disbelief, happy tears and a celebratory caramel apple involved. So now we wait for March to meet our little one…
I’m going to end this post with a few summary bullet points from the past few months, and then I can’t wait to start posting more often to talk in more detail about the first and second trimesters:
- First and foremost, as of right now, baby and momma are happy and healthy. All tests up to this point have come back “normal” and we are so thankful and grateful every day for this, because I know this is not always the case for everyone.
- Danon has been incredibly wonderful and supportive…and enormously thankful that I have not been gifted with the horrible hormonal mood swings associated with pregnancy.
- Not to sound to cheesy and cliche, but seeing your baby moving around like crazy and hearing it’s heartbeat during an ultrasound really is the coolest thing ever.
- The first trimester was rough. All the rumors are true. And I didn’t even have morning sickness or any weird food aversions. The exhaustion though…ohhhhhh the exhaustion! That was indescribable.
- I miss wine. And sushi. And turkey subs. But it’s all good. I’m making a human, so, you know, priorities.
- The best thing about pregnancy: other mothers. Thank you for all of the incredible advice and pearls of wisdom, and reassuring words of that “yes, that (insert odd bodily function here) is totally normal.”
- The worst thing about pregnancy: other mothers. Can we cool it with all the judgement disguised as “friendly” advice? You do you boo and I’ll do me. How about that?
That’s all for now folks! I’ll be back soon with more posts on how I’m changing up the fitness, eats and daily routine, and of course some bump pics.