I’m starting to feel pregnant! I’ve got that heavy pressure feeling in my bottom (the bottom refers to that whole general area down there: pelvic floor, vajayjay, bum, womb, etc), and when I run, I can feel the extra weight on my bones. I gained 2lb last week so I’m up to 127lb with a 7lb total weight gain so far. The recommended weight gain for someone with a healthy BMI is 25-35 lb. However, I’ve seen tiny women only gain 20lb and be stuck with an extra 8 lb for months, and other women gain 65 lb and lose it all within a few weeks after delivery. Typically, the first trimester weight gain should hover around the 5lb mark, with 1lb per week in the second trimester, and 0.5lb per week in the third. But, everybody is different. I’m working hard at meeting the weight gain requirements so that I can keep running.
Running is still going really well! Here is my Mileage Monday post that documents last week’s mileage and workouts. I’m really happy with how my running is going. It’s so important to go into prenatal running with a super open mind because anything can happen. There are so many side effects and every woman’s body handles pregnancy differently. My goal is to get to full-term with a healthy baby and a healthy me with an even loftier goal of running right through my entire pregnancy. Wouldn’t that be wicked?
I’ve been averaging 60-plus miles per week so far, which blows my mind. I’ve never really given a shit about food but I do know that if I don’t gain enough weight, that my family and doctors will tell me to stop running and I don’t want that, so I make sure to eat as much and as often as possible. My meals mainly consist of carbs: bread and peanut butter, wraps, avocado rolls, crackers and cheese, veggie soups, tonnes of cereal, chocolate, oatmeal, oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. I drink a lot of 1% white milk and chocolate milk. I also down quite a bit of hot lemon water and sparkling orange flavoured water. I figured out how to curb my middle of the night feeding sessions: I down a bowl of cereal each night right before I go to bed, around 10pm. That way I can sleep all night long without waking up starving at 2am.
I still don’t look pregnant when I wake up in the morning but by the end of the day, my belly poofs out like I’m 6 months along.
I love being pregnant. I love feeling the baby move, I love my boobies, I love my curves. I feel SO SEXY. Like a queen.
It’s so funny when I get out of the shower. After I towel off, I apply Burt’s Bees baby oil everywhere and then I proceed to wrestle my body parts into layers of lycra. I feel like I’m tethering down my wild bits with each piece of clothing from my leggings (I live in LuluLemon leggings) to my big girl bras (I’m already wearing nursing bras because I had to buy a couple sizes up and I may as well invest in some that will work for breastfeeding). Then on goes the long tank-top (it needs to cover the coochie and my bum) and by then, I’m exhausted. But all I have left to do is throw on a hoodie, or if I want to look decent I’ll put on a cardigan and a necklace. My nails are strong, and my hair is huger than ever, thick, wiry, unruly and everywhere, as it should be.
Have I covered everything? There’s so much information I could drown you with! Is there anything specific you’d like me to talk about?