This week I managed to go 5/7 days Zofran free! I really attribute this to running regularly again and eating Halloween candy often 😉 Speaking of running, I’ve gotten back into the groove and I feel amazingly strong. Stronger than I did before pregnancy. I think it has a lot to do with our perfect fall temperatures and the beautiful changing leaves that makes runs so gorgeous. I’ve also relied heavily on them lately for time to myself, to unwind and reboot, to refresh and regain patience, energy and a clear mind. It’s helped with morning sickness but also with sleeping, with being a better, more present mom to Jax and with feeling more content and less stressed throughout the day. More than ever I need these runs and I value the time I get with my littlest one while it’s just me and him/her?
This week in workouts:
Wed: 3.67mi Run + 2mi walk
Thurs: 14mi bike ride
Fri: 3.1mi Run w/ jogging stroller
Sun: 5.5mi Run <— pregnancy PDR
Mon: 4.5mi Run
How far along? 15 weeks
Total weight gain: Up 2.2lbs though .6lbs under pre-pregnancy weight (currently 113.2lbs)
Best moment this week: Watching Jax explore the leaves & trees at his favorite park, feeling Gummy move, feeling strong on my runs
Miss Anything? Hard apple cider
Movement: A few kicks and wiggles here and there, nothing regular yet
Food cravings: Chicken vesuvio from Sbarro’s, bacon cheese bread from Papa Johns, CHOCOLATE
Symptoms: A constant need to pee. I would myself squatting in the woods during a run this week. How lady-like. Exhaustion.
Belly Button in or out? In
Wedding rings on or off? On.
Happy or Moody most of the time: Happy and weepy. Very emotional.
Looking forward to: Seeing Gummy again and finally being able to call him/her by his/her name 🙂
Bry had an entire day off today. No work. No academy. No appointments. I reserved my mom a few weeks ago to watch Jax for a few hours during his afternoon nap so Bry and I could go on a date today! I can’t tell you how much I was looking forward to some one on one time with my handsome husband. It’s been WAY too long. The best part about scheduling dates during naps/after bedtime is that I miss Jax a lot less knowing he’s snoozing away not missing us 🙂
We originally planned to go to a romantic lunch. But after eating out quite a bit on our road trip to Rhode Island I wanted to do something more active. So I thought about golfing. Until I saw the insane tee fees (side note: there’s currently a cold front here + insane wind so we’re very lucky we didn’t waste over $50 to watch our balls fly even further away from the hole).
We ended up deciding to bike one of my favorite running trails here. It goes from Bethesda, MD to Washington, DC and has a ton of scenery changes along the way. I love to run on it but Bry is a pooper when it comes to out and back runs and I’m not running 7 miles anytime soon (which is how long the entire trail is). We headed out at 10am and it took us just over an hour and a half to bike to DC and back.
Going there was a breeze. A really, really cold breeze. My hands were so numb I couldn’t move them. I regretted not grabbing gloves from the car before we left. Unfortunately the way back was all uphill. I wish I was exaggerating but I’m not. It took every ounce of willpower not to give up, call Uncle and make Bry drag my corpse back to the car. We trucked along slowwwwwwwwwwly. I was grateful for the bag of sharkies in my camelbak that gave me the much needed boost to help me finish. We ended our date with Thai food on the living room floor catching up on White Collar.
When Jackson woke up we played for a few hours and ran some errands. Before we knew it it was bedtime. Jax went down and we pulled the pumpkins off the front porch to carve. Pumpkin carving epitomizes the differences between my husband and I. He sat there diligently reading the directions that came with the carving knives while I dove in with no real set plan. He doubted how my pumpkin would turn out and I regretted not splurging on a big girl sized pumpkin instead of the free pie pumpkins we got from the fall festival.
A few hours later I was pretty happy with our results. My mini mummy and Bry’s headless horseman didn’t turn out half bad. I did end up breaking my carving knife & stabbing myself 3 times (I even drew blood).
Neither did the 3 types of pumpkin seeds I cooked afterward: Chili powder + cayenne, salt, and cinnamon + sugar. Mmmmmmmmm mmmm good.
Now it’s time for bed. I’m exhausted and my butt is still numb. Tomorrow’s run should be a fun one.
I was laying in bed at 8am waiting for Jax to wake up from his morning nap, trying not to wake up Bry who was peacefully snoring like a freight train next to me as I checked the weather. 50% chance of rain at 9am?! With my stomach growling for breakfast I decided to postpone my run to the evening. Unfortunately my mom didn’t make it over until 5pm so I started out a bit later than expected. Consequently I was running to beat the sun.
I felt strong on my run. I decided to go a different route. My usual one has gotten rather mundane. I was chugging along when a giant deer crossed the path and stared me down. My heart leapt into my throat. Running alone at dusk in the woods with giant wild, unpredictable animals lurking in the shadows is rather scary. Let me tell ya.
I completed 3.67 miles in 37:59 and felt great! A beautiful, strong fall run with my littlest babe ❤
Between taking care of a toddler full time, trying to maintain some resemblance of order in our house, working part-time at the station and daily life responsibilities this pregnancy is flying by. I feel like everyday I roll out of bed at 4am to a rocking, chattering toddler and wonder how in the world I’m going to fill his day with lots of fun. Before I know it it’s 4pm, we’re sitting in the living room while my eyes are half closed and I’m passing him pieces of pear to finish off his dinner. I don’t know where the heck the time goes but I can assure you it’s not being spent on laundry, painting the nursery or doing anything else that desperately needs to be done around here, especially before Gummy arrives.
After 2 weeks of Nap Wars Jackson has blessed me with 2 days of 2.5 hour afternoon naps. Yesterday I was smart and tried to nap when the baby finally napped only to have the UPS guy ring our doorbell 3 times. Why they ring it at all when they’re inevitably going to leave the package and flee, leaving me with a barking, maniac of a dog and an upset, napless baby is beyond me. Sometimes I wish there was a breed of dog that couldn’t bark. I’ll gladly trade in Lily for one of those. She picks the most inopportune times to bark…then incessantly barks, growls and woofs relentlessly.
Anyway, moving on. I’m finally back in my running groove and I feel STRONG. Slow, but strong. This week I managed to fit in 2 runs, a 3.75’r and a 4 miler (on the dreadmill no less)! A pregnancy PDR (without stopping–with Jax my furthest run was a 5 mile interval run). I’m hoping to keep it up 2-3 times a week and add in some prenatal yoga. We’re going to Texas for Thanksgiving this year and running a 5 miler with my brother in law and future sister in law. My goal is to run the entire thing, and hopefully make it under an hour. We’ll see about that. Texas heat and my quickly overheating pregnant body are not friends.
I did a 1/4 mile walking warm up + 1/4 mile cooldown. Thank you House for passing the time.
And here we are at 14 weeks:
How far along? 14 weeks
Total weight gain: Up .2lbs though 3lbs under pre-pregnancy weight (currently 111lbs)
Best moment this week: A spontaneous road trip with my favorite boys
Miss Anything? Sleep
Movement: I few kits and wiggles here and there
Food cravings: Whipped cream with caramel sauce
Symptoms: A constant need to pee. Exhaustion.
Belly Button in or out? In
Wedding rings on or off? On.
Happy or Moody most of the time: Happy, with the constant urge to cry sometimes when I see newborns, think of Jax as a big brother, etc.
Looking forward to: November 20th
I last left off at 10 weeks…so here we go:
The morning sickness has not ceased. I’ve tried to live Zofran free a few times this week but every morning I wake up after a day of no Zofran, I end up huddled over the toilet puking out my guts. In an effort to be the best mama to Jackson, and get the most nutrients to this newest babe I’m sticking with the magical white pill for awhile longer.
This week I replaced salads with copious amounts of Halloween candy and donuts. This time of year is great weather wise for pregnancy but it does nothing for weight gain. On the bright side I’m back up a few lbs though still 3 under from my pre-pregnancy weight.
The exhaustion is endless. An early rising child doesn’t help matters. An early rising child and a non-stop working husband helps even less. I’m calling off tomorrow 😉
How far along? 13 weeks today!
Total weight gain: Up 2lbs though 3lbs under pre-pregnancy weight (currently 110.8lbs)
Maternity clothes? For some shirts since when I eat, I expand and my shirt starts to become belly bearing and ain’t nobody wanna see that.
Sleep: Can’t get enough of it
Best moment this week: Scheduling our gender sono! 5 weeks from today
Miss Anything? Life before Zofran
Movement: I swear I felt baby kicking for a few moments the other morning
Food cravings: Kit kat bars and BLUE MOON BEER (with an orange slice)
Anything making you queasy or sick:Anything without Zofran
Gender Prediction: I think it’s a boy 🙂
Symptoms: Puking. A constant need to pee. Exhaustion.
Belly Button in or out? In
Wedding rings on or off? On.
Happy or Moody most of the time: Happy! And hormonal. In the crying sense.
Looking forward to: November 20th 🙂
Not really “problems”, just things that I’ve realized are much harder when you’re expecting #2.
1. Morning sickness: Just like with big brother, I’ve been hit with insane morning sickness. It lasts 24 hours a day and this time around seems to peak in the middle of the night. I literally wake up from such bad nausea and spend hours tossing and turning trying not to throw up in bed. It’s horrible. The only bright light is knowing it’s a sign that baby is strong and healthy. Even if I feel weak and sick. What makes it worse the 2nd time around? You don’t have the ability to lay curled up on the couch swearing that the next time your husband has to carry the baby. You can try but inevitably little toddler hands will begin finding their way into your nose, poking your eyeballs and stealing the blankets off you while said toddler laughs maniacally thinking it’s hilarious.
2. Exhaustion: You’re the mom of a toddler. Exhaustion is an everyday word. You don’t remember what it felt like to sleep in because you’ve been inevitably blessed with an “early riser” who believes 4:30am is the optimal time to party in his crib. And you’re invited. Add on the fact that you’re now growing a small human inside of you and you cannot imagine the level of fatigue one feels (I bow down to moms of 2+ kids. You are superheroes). All I want to do is sleep all day long, with my head hanging off the bed into a puke bucket and endless piles of bagels delivered to me. Instead I count down the moments until nap time and pass out on the couch with both ears covered with pillows hoping that my sweet overactive toddler will magically sleep for 24 hours straight. Or even 2.
3. Food aversions: Part of the lovely “morning sickness”, a misnomer obviously coined by a man who had never experienced it. The thought and sight of most foods send me dry heaving into the bathroom. Namely anything that isn’t a form of carbohydrate smothered in deliciousness. Vegetables? Gag. Fruits? Mostly gag. Chicken? Holy gag. With Jackson I was able to stay in bed all day eating bagels, chicken parmigiana and donuts. Bry was a grown man, he could fend for himself. I was growing our child after all! But now I’m a mom to a little boy who when left to his own devices eats woodchips and leaves. I have to suck it up, fight through the gagging sensations and actually make him edible food. I’ll be honest though. Sometimes he gets formula and bites of chicken parmigiana and we call it a day. I’m not perfect.
4. Rest. & no heavy lifting: hahahaha I have a crazy, overactive 1 year old. He tops the growth charts at 25lbs and 31.5″ tall (and that was over a month ago). I carry him around constantly. He fell off his Tonka truck trying to use it as a stepping stool to the VCR. I can’t leave him crying with a reddening warrior mark on his forehead. I sweep him up and give his boo boo kisses (I don’t baby all his injuries, only the ones that would send me crying too). He got stuck between his firetruck and the TV trying to use it to see the cute baby reflected in the TV monitor. I rescue him from his entrapment. He wakes up for the day, from a nap, goes to bed. Up and down out of his crib he goes. He needs breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, up and down out of his highchair he goes. He pooped. He peed. He painted his pjs with avocado and spaghetti. There is no getting around the constant weight lifting that is being a parent. And rest? Refer to number 2.
But as many “problems” as there are when expecting number 2, there are also double the joys. You already know that you absolutely love being a parent. You can’t imagine being lucky enough to have two amazingly perfect little munchkins running around. You know that that little blonde haired, blue eyed baby boy of yours is going to make a fantastic big brother. And you can’t wait to meet the newest member of your growing family!