Archive for May, 2009

May 13th, 2009

Walk It Off

When I went to the doctor on Monday for my second prenatal visit I was a little shocked when I stepped on the scales.  I looked down and saw my weight had dropped by 6 pounds.  I know I spent half of last week and the weekend walking all over D.C. and Pigeon Forge, but I knew there was no way all that walking caused me to drop 6 pounds so suddenly.  Plus, aren’t I supposed to be gaining weight right now instead of losing it?

Apparently my entire first trimester I’ve been retaining a lot of water, so it seems as if I’ve gained more than I really have.  That’s a good thing because I was beginning to worry about gaining too much too quickly.  All my pregnancy books say you should gain 3-4lbs in the first trimester, and I was closer to a 8-10lb gain.  It made me feel good to know that a majority of that was water weight.

So how did I drop all 6lbs of water weight so suddenly? Apparently it really was all that walking!  We walked  around D.C. for 9 hours Friday, then we walked around Pigeon Forge for about 5 hours Sunday.  All that walking kept my body from building up the fluid like it normally would throughout the day.

What important lesson did it teach me?  Yep I’m dragging my butt out of bed every morning and going for that 45 minute walk all the books recommend.  I have to admit after a week of walking I’m feeling better already.  I don’t feel as many aches and pains, and my back definitely isn’t killing me anymore.  I totally should have stopped being lazy and started doing this sooner.

Maybe if I can keep the walking up I can also do the same to lose all the baby weight after the little munchkin arrives. Maybe I’ll even treat myself. I can check out Vegas vacations and book one finally if I meet my goal of losing all that weight in a healthy way without all those diet pills and stuff.

May 5th, 2009

Goodbye Perfect Body

A few months ago my mind was always on searching for the best weight loss pills I could find to help me drop the 15-20 extra pounds I had put on, so today it feels kind of weird that my mind is always on food and properly gaining weight instead of losing it. I’ve flipped my entire thought process for one tiny little baby who I want to have the healthiest start possible.

I know I’m going to gain 25-35lbs over the next 6 1/2 months (that is if I regulate my weight properly and don’t eat everything in sight), but instead of freaking out over losing that weight I’m worrying more about putting it on at a healthy pace. I think I finally realized my body will never be the same again, but it’s going all to hell for one of the most beautiful acts of nature there is…childbirth, and knowing I’ll never have the perfect body again doesn’t bother me half as much as I thought it would.

To me this has actually become a cleansing process. I know there’s a good chance I will eventually fit into some of my pre-pregnancy clothes again one day, but I feel like this is my chance to get rid of everything and start fresh. As my waste line expands and things no longer button I’ve been tossing items into the giveaway pile. As shirts become too tight to stretch across my already ginormous boobs (who knew they’d grow so much so fast?) without at least threatening to split at the seams I’m passing them along to my sister.

I’m of course keeping a few items that are cut in such a way I can wear them pre, during, and post pregnancy for at least small periods of time, but for the most part I think this is my chance to help myself out. Instead of looking at a closet full of clothes that will make me feel bad because I can’t wear them, I can look at the closet that will eventually be filled with brand new things that will fit me perfectly and accentuate my new body no matter what size I may be.

May 5th, 2009

What Now?

I swear when it rains it really does pour.  This week has been one disaster after the other, and if we weren’t going to D.C. for Grandma’s memorial I think we might be rethinking the trip all together.  Our family and close friends have all been dealing with the wrath of whatever bad luck has struck us this week.

It started Thursday when I had a scare of my own.  I started cramping horribly.  I called the doctor, and within an hour the cramping went away.  She told me to go on about my business as usual, and to call her in the morning if anything happened overnight.  Everything was fine until around midnight when I found blood after peeing. I wasn’t spotting, but the doctor called it a “stain with wipe” because it was only there when I wiped.

Now I know there are lots of women who spot during pregnancy, but when it’s you it scares the living daylights out of you no matter how much you’ve read up on the matter or how prepared you think you are. After driving my doctor absolutely insane with numerous phone calls as the bleeding continued and turned into spotting, the bleeding turned brown indicating old blood by Friday morning and stopped completely Saturday morning. It may not have been something my doc was concerned about, but it scared the hell out of me as I think it would any woman no matter how many children you’ve had.

By Sunday things were looking better for us while they were looking bad for our friend D who had her baby boy on April 23.  Friday she had to have her c-section re-opened and drained due to an internal infection she caught in the hospital.  By Sunday the infection was horrible, she had cold chills, and she was running a fever.  Yesterday we got the phone call that she was admitted to the hospital to get the infection under control.

Those would be the two worse events of the weekend/week, but it didn’t stop there.  Monday while out shopping with my mother-in-law she locked her keys in her car.  Later in the afternoon she dropped me off at home, and I found myself breaking into my own house because I didn’t have my keys either.  I’d apparently left them lying on my grandparent’s kitchen table, but I couldn’t walk next door to get them because they weren’t home.

This morning my mother-in-law lost her purse.  She was running around trying to get her errands done so she could get home and finish all the stuff she’s got to do before the trip, and she accidentally left her purse sitting on the counter in a store.  She made it as far as her car when she remembered, but by the time she walked back into the store the purse was already gone.

Right after she called to tell me this I started doing my laundry for the day.  I had just separated my clothes, and I reached into the cabinet for the bleach. As I was taking the cap off the bleach I dropped the bottle all over a pile of jeans.  Thank goodness they were jeans that don’t fit me anymore, and I was washing them to send to Goodwill.

Now the question is do we really want to take a chance with this trip to D.C. or have we put ourselves through enough bad luck for one week?

May 3rd, 2009

Preparing For D.C.

Pulled my hair out already, so now I’m ready to get back to work on packing for this trip to D.C. this week.  I swear I have never been so unprepared for a trip even though I’ve had months to prepare for it.  I think that’s because as much as I want to go to support the family at Hubby’s Grandma’s memorial service I also dread going.  Life has already been so hectic the last few weeks that I feel like I’m not going to have a chance to enjoy any part of the trip.  We’re going to be on the go the whole time.

Before we go anywhere I still have a ton of shopping to do.  I’ve been trying to find a pair of tennis shoes that I actually like because I know we’ll be doing a lot of walking, but seriously I just haven’t been able to find any women’s shoes that I like in any of the stores around here. I just don’t have time to order a pair, so I may have to settle for something I’m not so happy with.

Now I have to get off the pc again though so I can head out with Hubby to do more trip preparations. We’re off to get the oil changed in the Blazer and to run it through the car wash, then we’ve got to do some more shopping. Then I have to come back home to clean the house and try to get as much work done as I can because I’ll hardly be home to do it tomorrow. Ugh. I can’t wait until this is all over with.