I used to wonder why pregnant women walked so awkwardly. Now I know. It's because it hurts!
My hips have been aching on and off. Mostly I just have to be careful when I get in and out of bed or from the car. Then, yesterday, I tried being helpful and took some heavy boxes to the UPS Store while Jason was out at work. I don't think they weighed more than 40 lbs each, but by the time I got home I was hurting. I tried spending the rest of the day laying down, but Mason didn't think that was a very fun game.
Today is a bit better, and I found that if I take a big stride with my left leg and then just bring up my right I can avoid a lot of the discomfort. I look like a zombie but I can move a lot faster!
I am bewildered that at this point in my first pregnancy I was exploring the ruins of Machu Picchu in Peru.
*I miss my chiropractor*
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
half time show
With my first pregnancy I always knew how far along I was and how much time I had left. I always knew what was "under construction" and how big the baby was. I subscribed to multiple baby websites and received emails and updates constantly. I read book after book, article after article. Sometimes I wonder if being too informed was perhaps detrimental.
This round I'm content just knowing everything is okay. The second trimester is blasting by. The other day someone asked how far along I was and I didn't really know. I looked it up later (yes, there is an app for that...actually...it might be too much information but there has been an app for every step of this baby's existence). What a surprise to see the half way mark had come and gone!
Things are going well. I had about 2 weeks where the morning sickness was mild enough that I could exercise easily. Now I'm plagued by a wonderful thing called the relaxin hormone. During pregnancy it's 10x more abundant than normal. It loosens the joints, especially in the back and pelvis, to eventually help during delivery. For whatever cosmic reason it just about kills me. I first noticed it when doing pilates. Suddenly it really hurt when I lifted my leg behind me. Then it started affecting my sleep. Then I had a hard time just getting up and down. Swimming gives my joints a lot of relief, but you can only spend so much time in a swimming pool.
As far as weight gain, I have no clue. With Mason, I lost so much at the beginning that it was a long time before I was "out of the red". I worked hard to maintain my weight this time so I think I'm fine. I feel big, or cumbersome. Wide mostly. This kid is still so low. So far the only thing I can't wear is a couple fitted-waist skirts. Last week I could wake up and not be showing, but by the end of the day my muscles were relaxed to where I was definitely poking out. Yesterday I wore my loose comfy pregger dress to church. It didn't matter how good my posture was- I was certainly showing.
The only other news is that I'm still throwing up. Not too often, but it's discouraging. Today I snacked on fruit and then made a super good dinner with veggies and salmon. I was so proud of myself (I despise fish for the most part) until I lost it all. Unfortunately there are no points for effort when it comes to nutrition during pregnancy.
So that's my 20ish week update. Life is good. He never lets me go very long with out a poke and a nudge as if to say "Hey mom, keep up the good work".
This round I'm content just knowing everything is okay. The second trimester is blasting by. The other day someone asked how far along I was and I didn't really know. I looked it up later (yes, there is an app for that...actually...it might be too much information but there has been an app for every step of this baby's existence). What a surprise to see the half way mark had come and gone!
Things are going well. I had about 2 weeks where the morning sickness was mild enough that I could exercise easily. Now I'm plagued by a wonderful thing called the relaxin hormone. During pregnancy it's 10x more abundant than normal. It loosens the joints, especially in the back and pelvis, to eventually help during delivery. For whatever cosmic reason it just about kills me. I first noticed it when doing pilates. Suddenly it really hurt when I lifted my leg behind me. Then it started affecting my sleep. Then I had a hard time just getting up and down. Swimming gives my joints a lot of relief, but you can only spend so much time in a swimming pool.
As far as weight gain, I have no clue. With Mason, I lost so much at the beginning that it was a long time before I was "out of the red". I worked hard to maintain my weight this time so I think I'm fine. I feel big, or cumbersome. Wide mostly. This kid is still so low. So far the only thing I can't wear is a couple fitted-waist skirts. Last week I could wake up and not be showing, but by the end of the day my muscles were relaxed to where I was definitely poking out. Yesterday I wore my loose comfy pregger dress to church. It didn't matter how good my posture was- I was certainly showing.
The only other news is that I'm still throwing up. Not too often, but it's discouraging. Today I snacked on fruit and then made a super good dinner with veggies and salmon. I was so proud of myself (I despise fish for the most part) until I lost it all. Unfortunately there are no points for effort when it comes to nutrition during pregnancy.
So that's my 20ish week update. Life is good. He never lets me go very long with out a poke and a nudge as if to say "Hey mom, keep up the good work".
Thursday, August 5, 2010
hop skip and a jump
Dear Lucky,
I've been thinking about you...well I always think about you... but especially today. I wonder what you will be like. Will you resemble your brother? Will you start out looking like me and then transform into another mini-Jason for the rest of your life? Sometimes I think I'm getting another baby exactly like the one I have. Other times I think you will be just the opposite. I'm sure you will surprise us with whatever combination you show up with.
I hope that I can be a more confidant mother. I'll be honest. Infants are not my forte. Early on with Mason was really hard. But he turned out just fine. I hope I learned my lesson. I hope we can teach each other to be calm and not worry so much.
I've been teaching Mason all about you. He knows to be soft with babies. And we're working on being quiet. He's doing really well, although if we ask him where the baby is he pulls up his shirt and pokes his own belly. Today he walked around with a large cup saying "I sick" and spitting into it. That's what having a baby means to him.
When I went to get the ultrasound to find out your gender I was excited to see you so grown up. You kept the technicians working hard to measure all the things they needed to. At one point you kept pushing your feet up right in the way. The tech pointed out that it looks like your second toes are longer than your big toes. That's how mine are. It's okay if that changes but for now that makes me smile a lot. When she said you were a boy I felt so...relieved! I enjoyed seeing you show off your biceps and then taking that big yawn. It was even cool seeing the "insider's view" of that false contraction.
Before I know it you'll be here and our lives with be forever different...better... more full. Until then I hope you know how much I love you already.
One last thing. I know you are learning and growing and having a ball in there. But, um, sometimes all that moving actually makes me sick. It's just a matter of weeks before the foot-jammed-in-my-rib stage is upon us, so if you want to take it easy for a while I won't complain.
Love you Little Lucky,
mom
I've been thinking about you...well I always think about you... but especially today. I wonder what you will be like. Will you resemble your brother? Will you start out looking like me and then transform into another mini-Jason for the rest of your life? Sometimes I think I'm getting another baby exactly like the one I have. Other times I think you will be just the opposite. I'm sure you will surprise us with whatever combination you show up with.
I hope that I can be a more confidant mother. I'll be honest. Infants are not my forte. Early on with Mason was really hard. But he turned out just fine. I hope I learned my lesson. I hope we can teach each other to be calm and not worry so much.
I've been teaching Mason all about you. He knows to be soft with babies. And we're working on being quiet. He's doing really well, although if we ask him where the baby is he pulls up his shirt and pokes his own belly. Today he walked around with a large cup saying "I sick" and spitting into it. That's what having a baby means to him.
When I went to get the ultrasound to find out your gender I was excited to see you so grown up. You kept the technicians working hard to measure all the things they needed to. At one point you kept pushing your feet up right in the way. The tech pointed out that it looks like your second toes are longer than your big toes. That's how mine are. It's okay if that changes but for now that makes me smile a lot. When she said you were a boy I felt so...relieved! I enjoyed seeing you show off your biceps and then taking that big yawn. It was even cool seeing the "insider's view" of that false contraction.
Before I know it you'll be here and our lives with be forever different...better... more full. Until then I hope you know how much I love you already.
One last thing. I know you are learning and growing and having a ball in there. But, um, sometimes all that moving actually makes me sick. It's just a matter of weeks before the foot-jammed-in-my-rib stage is upon us, so if you want to take it easy for a while I won't complain.
Love you Little Lucky,
mom
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