This pregnancy is flying by at an alarming rate. Alarming because a) I actually really enjoy being pregnant and I realize how fleeting this time truly is; and b) because I’m alternately excited or terrified (depending on the day 🙂 ) about the big changes that will be thrust upon our happy — and currently functional — little family.
In many ways, this pregnancy feels much different than the last. The first trimester was a lot more intense – things were happening sooner, and with greater magnitude. I was in maternity pants by nine weeks, whereas last pregnancy, I didn’t buy any maternity clothes until 17 weeks! Now, I feel like I am actually smaller than I was at this point last time. Who knows…
Last time around, I had some minor food aversions in the first trimester, mostly to cooked green vegetables. This time, I had aversions to food, period. It just wasn’t appealing to me, and I didn’t have much of an appetite. Every afternoon around 4:00 (which unfortunately coincides with the end of Oliver’s nap time), I would start to feel completely exhausted and achy, almost as if I was coming down with something. Then I’d later sit down and grudgingly eat a few bites of supper, even though I really didn’t want to. Fortunately this was a short-lived phase that subsided around 12 weeks.
Very early in the pregnancy, I noticed a resurgence of some of the nagging late pregnancy aches and pains from last time: hips, pelvis, pubic bone. The incessant urge to pee was certainly worse this time around, and the heartburn started early. I worried that maybe I was going to be in for a difficult pregnancy.
But then, just like that, I hit the second trimester and everything got better. The aches and pains are gone, and the heartburn has subsided for now — providing I take care not to drink coffee before my workouts :). This pregnancy, I have been lucky to be largely free from the crazy-making, relentless skin itching that I experienced last time.
On the diet front, J and I fell off the Paleo bandwagon hard, but we are now back on track. I had been doing really well since the start of the new year (so cliché, I know), but it began to fall apart with my early pregnancy food aversions. Because so many things weren’t appealing to me, I gave myself permission to eat a lot of bad stuff, reasoning that eating something was better than eating nothing. But anyone who has been there before knows how easily habits can spiral out of control. Long after my food aversions had subsided, we were still having way too many “cheat meals” and late-night trips to 7Eleven for ice cream. But at least we managed to keep Oliver’s diet squeaky clean throughout.
A week and a half ago we decided that enough was enough, and we are back on the bandwagon — no cheats or treats (even Paleo ones) for 30 days! Although we will make one small concession for Canadian Thanksgiving, in the form of this very clean, very low-sugar Paleo pumpkin pie.
Fortunately, my midwives don’t require that I submit to regular weight checks, as based on past experience, our recent dietary changes will probably result in a rapid loss of about five to eight pounds of retained fluids. I’d rather not have to justify weight loss (or lack of weight gain) in my second and third trimesters.
I’ve been managing to get to the gym three times per week. This is one less weekly training session than I’d like to be doing in an ideal world, but since the ideal world doesn’t include looking after a toddler and trying to run a business, I have to be content with three. At least the present schedule provides plenty of rest and recovery time in between workouts.
My workouts are generally going really well. The only exercises I consider strictly “off limits” right now are weighted sit-ups and GHD sit-ups. Otherwise, I seem to be able to do everything else without feeling that I am risking injury. I am particularly enjoying weightlifting right now, as I am still strong, my ligaments haven’t loosened up too much, and it feels damn good to lift heavy stuff :). I can still do lots of toes-to-bar, which surprises me, and so far my belly is not too big to safely do snatches and cleans.
Due to being about 20 pounds heavier than my pre-pregnancy weight, I have recently begun needing to use a band or reduce the number of reps for large sets of bodyweight exercises, such as pull-ups, push-ups, handstand push-ups and dips. But I’m finding that I’m a whole lot more “zen” about the gym stuff this time around. I just take each day and each workout as it comes, and I do the best I can, based on how my body feels at that particular moment.
If this pregnancy ends up being anything like the last, I will probably start to have more limitations within the next few weeks, and they will come on quickly. As the belly gets bigger, it will start to get in the way of certain exercises, and as my ligaments loosen up, I will have to scale back on the explosive movements and super heavy lifting. But it’s all good. I will just keep going to the gym and keep listening to my body.
Fourteen-ish weeks to go until we meet our new addition…
P.S. I forgot to mention in the first iteration of this post that we had our detailed ultrasound at the end of August, and it looks like we are having another boy! Let the great naming debate begin, seeing as how we have already used all three of the boy’s names that we both liked (Oliver James Liam).