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Sunday, January 17, 2010

Surprisingly good workouts

I'd heard that the third trimester brought back the tiredness, but it really hasn't happened yet. I know, I'm early in the third trimester still, but I really feel good right now.

In fact, I had two great workouts this weekend. Yesterday, I met Sara for a swim. I've found the secret to keeping up with her (she's a lifelong swimmer) is 1) having her be 5 weeks further along than me and 2) using swimming aids like flippers or paddles. It worked for us and we polished off 1200 yards before polishing off a yummy breakfast at FirstWatch. She is my inspiration and helps set the bar for what I can still do at this point. I mean, if she can do flip turns at 36 weeks, why can't I?!

Then, today I met Bridget, who is also 31 weeks along, for a run/walk at N. Chagrin. The bridle trails were slick and the all purpose path had patches of black ice, so we opted for the road which was dry as a bone. We were able to run with just a couple walk breaks for 3 miles. I thought my running days were over, but I'm glad she talked me into trying it again after 3 weeks. I felt great the whole time! Then, of course, we had a yummy breakfast at Yours Truly!

I'm truly grateful for these ladies for keeping me active and providing fabulous company these last few months! You know we'll be meeting up after we've given birth and have been cleared for exercise! A jogging stroller is a definite purchase for me if I don't get it as a shower gift.

I'll leave you with a picture from this morning prior to the run:

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

30 weeks bump

I probably shouldn't be sharing this picture of the bump at 30 weeks, because I have terrible bedhead and no make-up, but you'll probably just look at the bump anyway and my husband saw me like this live (and he still loves me).

This picture proves that I'm still moving. Shut up! Prenatal yoga does so count! : )

Friday, January 08, 2010

Worst leg cramp ever

On Wednesday night, I woke up screaming with the worst leg cramp I have ever had. That is saying something, because I have done marathons and Ironman, which reduced my legs to worthless the next day. Luckily for me, my husband woke up right away and got to work massaging my calf. It loosened up and I tried to get up to go to the bathroom when it seized again. My poor hubby had to talk me through the pain while he massage it yet again. He even recommended Lamaze breathing. Thank goodness he was there, because I don't think I could have worked it out by myself. Yesterday, I was walking around like a gimp, but thankfully it is just a little tender today and no other cramps have occurred since then (knock on wood).

Ah, the joys of pregnancy! I think nature makes you go through all of these less than fun symptoms, so you don't want to stay pregnant or keep getting pregnant (although that doesn't explain the Duggars).

So, the weather as you know has been complete crap lately. While I was enjoying the cooler weather for running to not worry about overheating, I can't justify the slippery running surface when I have precious cargo on board. When you add to that the fact that the treadmill exacerbates my shin pain problem, I have officially stopped running. My last run was the day after Christmas with Matt for our annual jingle bell jog. I'm glad I at least got to get that in before stopping.

Now, work is super busy, so I've missed a couple of workouts. I'm so tired these days that getting up super early to get in my workout before coming here for 12+ hours just can't happen. I am meeting BS and TriSara for a swim tomorrow morning, which should be funny with our big preggo bellies!

Well, just 10 or so weeks left before getting to meet our son in the outside world. We really are looking forward to it (even if I am petrified of the birth itself and learning how to care for a newborn).

I'll leave with you with a few pictures from the last couple of weeks:

My mother and me on Christmas Day

A picture of the bump the day after Christmas (28 weeks along)

Matt's hands on my bump before our Jingle Bell Jog

Matt and me before the Jingle Bell Jog