Things are still going well. Spec seemed to have a major growth spurt and for the first time, a couple people have pointed out I’ve gained weight, so I had to reveal I am pregnant. I still hadn’t said much at work, but apparently, some people say they can tell. I still think I just look fat and not pregnant, but oh well. This week I officially ran out of clothes. I have ONE pair of pant I can wear to work zipped. I’ve had plenty of suggestions of where to get cute clothes, but I am already thinking of Spec first. I hate to spend a lot of money on maternity clothes when I would rather get things for Spec.
Well, I’ll never be this fast. This pic is from the Olympic marathon trials in 2008. Got to see them while in Boston for the marathon. One thing I’ve been looking for stories about is coming back to your prior level of fitness after having a baby. There are plenty of stories out there about elite runners. Now the huge advantage they have is running is their job. There is no up at 430 to squeeze in a run before a 10 hour work day that also includes taking a kid to daycare, and then spending time with them in the evening. But any story of coming back strong is encouraging.
Today was Spec’s first race. Stephanie says technically his first race was the Lavender 10K, when later that day I found out I was pregnant, but since he was really just a clump of cells then, I’m counting today as his first.
Yet another picture from Washington. Mike took this one when we were up on Hurricane Ridge, which is the mountain alpine section of Olympic National Park. Turns out Spec is quite the thumper. I’ve been feeling him move around for a little over a week, and I notice it more and more. He is very active when I am sitting at work and in the evenings. He gets pissed off if I lay on my stomach and I picture him kicking his legs out. He’s still too small for me to feel strong jabs, but there is no doubt for me now that he’s moving. I don’t feel him when I run, but since I feel so much bladder pressure, I imagine he’s stomping his feet. Mike says he just thinks of it as a waterbed.
Mike and I took Pancake to the greenbelt today where I accepted yes, it is cooler (only 95 today!), but still a little steamy to hike and not drip sweat like crazy. I put this lovely photo of mosses up, because I think even more than cooler weather, I long for things to get green again. I had not been on the greenbelt in 3 months, and the dead trees, and dust were downright disturbing. The trail was so, so dusty and eroded from a rainless summer. Even the decent rain we got Friday evening did not put one drop into the long dry creek bed. Mike and I talked about when I will go hiking with Spec. I anticipate at least returning to walking quickly after I deliver, and I really want to make a habit of taking Spec and Pancake on regular outings. I want to get a baby carrier, and I’ll start looking into ones I can carry a baby ,and some of the extras you need to haul, but not quite an all out backpacking carrier.
Quick post before I dash off to work. A few years ago when I ran the Vermont 100, Stephanie and Meredith got me the most incredible peanut butter brownie. I ate it at mile 68, with tears running down my face saying I had enough of this adventure in the woods of Vermont and what kind of idiot runs 100 miles! Somehow Steph got me to to on, but I think the brownie had some part in it as well.
This morning I was leaving my front door to run a mile up to Mueller to meet Steph, and to my surprise there she was parked in front of my house with Vermont brownies! She had gone over the weekend with her mom for a belated Mother’s Day trip, and I jokingly had mentioned to get me a brownie. So, yeah, I got a couple extra yoga classes in my future this weekend, because I am eating these… She also got me a really cute baby chili pepper snuggly thingie. Very cute.
A good friend emailed me and slapped some sense into me. She has struggled with a foot injury all summer, and kindly reminded me how frustrating a running injury can be. At least I am running and I have a date for coming back, with an injury you just don’t know. So, I am sure she will read this, and I’d like to say thank you. Of all people, as a nurse, I should know never take your health for granted. I really cannot complain that I am doing great, and running daily at 4 months pregnant.
Off to work….I think I’ll be packing a brownie with my lunch.