Now that our secret is out, I want to shout it from the rooftops. But alas, there are no available rooftops nearby and the next best thing is the blog. Thus, I thought I’d share monthly highlights about the chickling. If you’re not into the whole preggo thing, don’t worry I don’t blame you. Just go for a run and come back when for the regular sweaty chit-chat.
Oh, and please do share your stories, advice, and insight as there’s so much to take in and I want it all.
Baby bump or burrito?
Baby’s Size: A troll doll (as of week 14). Forget the standard fruit analogies; the Ovia app provides gems like this. But I’m going to go out on a limb and assume they’re not including the hair or the jeweled belly in the measurement.
Feeling: I’m in shock that the first trimester is already over. It was complete with its highs (finding out we’re pregnant, hearing the heartbeat, and sharing news with friends and family), it’s lows (consistent and all-daily nausea but thankfully no puking, irregular GI fun, and the inability to do anything but sleep and binge-watch Netflix), and ridiculous cravings for bean burritos, Annie’s macaroni and cheese (the organic, white shell kind, preferably), and artichokes. Epitome of health over here, folks.
But now that the second trimester is here, I’m fully feeling the next wind of energy. I’m trying to run, complete the Barre3 challenge, and packing the weekends full with as many outings as I can until I need a nap. Naps are, and forever will be, my saviour.
Added bonus: I’m finally starting to eat vegetables again with only the occasional nausea and insistence on macaroni and cheese. But let’s be honest, I’m going to eat that mac ‘n cheese regardless of my gut saying, “Please! No more dairy! You’ll pay the price!” I’m a risk taker.
Loving: Re-watching all of the videos of when we shared the news with our friends and family. While keeping a little secret was fun at first, hiding the news and lying became exhausting. Now that the cat is out of the bag, I can frolic around and talk about all things baby to anyone willing to listen. Also loving: Narcos on Netflix. Wait, that has nothing to do with being pregnant? Pssh.
Hating: Pants. Who invented these? Why do we need to wear these? Can’t we embrace our natural state?! I wish I was Lola and could just wear cute sweaters and prance around pants-free for all my days. Truth be told, my pants stopped buttoning around week 13 and I ordered my first pair of maternity pants. In the meantime, I’m using the hair-tie trick (through the loop and around the button to keep them closed).
Also hating: the acne explosion that has consumed my face. It’s terrible and at times makes me want to just hide inside all day — does anyone have a recommendation for a pregnancy-safe facial or skincare? And if you think it’s because of all the mac ‘n cheese, please just lie to me instead.
Sweating: First trimester fatigue is no joke. I’m naturally someone who sleeps a lot, and when you throw in the winter darkness and a pregnancy, you might as well just roll me into hibernation. Running has slowed down (and fell completely off the radar some weeks), and I’m averaging about three to four runs a week at around 3-5 miles each. Paces are also dropping as I aim for a conversation pace (we’re looking at about high 8:30s to 9:00 minute miles). However, what’s lacking in running has been replaced by spinning, yoga, and a new love of Barre3. My fitness goal during this pregnancy is simple: just keep moving.
Wearing: Whatever flowy shirts I still have in my closet, plus a combination of unbuttoned jeans, leggings, and tights. The bump isn’t big enough for maternity clothes yet, but just big enough to make it look like I have a permanent food baby.
Looking Forward To: Finding out if we’re welcoming a boy or girl! My sister is planning a gender reveal in February. Eek! My gut is saying it’s a girl, but I’d honestly be happy with either…or a puppy. I’ll take a puppy too.