Pound

/pound/
noun
a unit of weight in general use equal to 16 oz. avoirdupois (0.4536 kg)

The road to healthy

Once upon a time in a land far away I was the definition of unhealthy. I’ve spent the past ten-ish years of my life working with trainers, friends, doctors, and myself to determine what my version of healthy looks like. I believe there isn’t a one sized fits all diet/workout program, and I’m thrilled that I’ve found what works for me.
I’ve wanted to be a mom my entire life. I was prepared to love every minute of pregnancy and to embrace my growing baby bump. I was completely prepared to travel, workout, and glow. I wasn’t prepared for the influx of hormones and the never-ending feels.

July 18, 2017

I had recently committed myself to compete in a CrossFit competition hosted by Black Hive and in doing so, I agreed to start working out with one of my teammates at 6AM. The workout of the day was 10 down to 1 power snatches with a rope climb after each round, I threw up twice during the workout. I kept powering through it because I have so many food allergies that I figured I had just eating something I shouldn’t have.
Later that day while I was volunteering for a non-profit I work with, Catty Shack Wildlife Sanctuary, I couldn’t shake my exhaustion. It didn’t matter how much coffee I drank, I was pretty sure I was going to fall asleep standing. I chalked it up to doing my first 6AM workout in a really long time – typically I’m an afternoon fitness girl – until a girlfriend put the idea in my head, “maybe you’re pregnant.”
As I was driving home I stopped at CVS, bought a test, and drove as fast as I could home. Ran into the door, straight to the bathroom, now focused on the possibility, but not really believing that it could be possible. Christian and I had literally just discussed adoption.
We were having a security system installed by the gym owner and one of the coaches, and as I walked out of the bathroom Christian announced he was going to get us all lunch. Perfection! I could easily go back into the bathroom undetected, and I did, as soon as C was out the door I rushed back to view my results.
I walked out of the bathroom crying elephant tears, and shaking. The guys installing the cameras definitely looked a little confused and I couldn’t keep it out, “I’m pregnant.” They became a little more surprised when I told them I literally just found out. I hurried to wrap the test in birthday wrapping paper so I had a way to tell Christian when he came home. His birthday isn’t until August 1st, I obviously wasn’t going to wait that long to tell him.

Isn’t his reaction priceless?

Really real

We confirmed my pregnancy with a nurse practitioner and it became real. As I was so early on we waited to do an initial ultrasound. Finally, on August 7th we were given a project due date of March 27, 2018. I found out extremely early on, and the morning sickness was no joke. Whoever decided to coin it “morning sickness” is the worst human imaginable. It was all hours sickness.

All I could do to keep food down was to eat buckets of carbs. Rapidly, I gained weight – and as I was ten pounds over my happy weight when I got pregnant, and my happy weight is 165 pounds, I was terrified of what the number on the scale would be come March. And, I’ve never struggled in saying I’m 165, or feeling confident in a bikini at that weight.

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Days before finding out I was pregnant

First trimester I easily packed on twenty pounds, and in doing quick math I figured I would give birth right around 235 pounds. Three trimesters, 20 pounds each trimester, sixty pounds total, it just didn’t sit right with me. And I still find myself going back and forth between wondering why I’m so obsessed with the weight gain and feeling guilty that I’m so self-absorbed when all that really mattered is that baby Kai is born healthy.

This week it happened. At twenty-six weeks, I am no longer wavering back and forth in the 190’s and the 200’s. It’s been a steady stream of seeing this little number on the scale.

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I’m twenty six weeks in and I’ve gained 25 pounds. I’m eating healthy, I’m active, and I understand that weight gain is part of this process. But, man, did I not expect that hitting that number would be such a mind-f*ck. And I didn’t expect to feel so guilty about feeling bad about the weight gain.

….and I certainly wasn’t prepared for people to say things like “are you sure there’s just one in there” and “that’s going to be a huge baby” so early on.

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26 weeks down – 16 more to go ❤ 

 

Birth

/bərTH/
noun
the emergence of a baby or other young from the body of its mother; the start of life as a physically separate being

Birth Plan

We’re told to create a birth plan, and I get it, you set goals about what you want in your delivery room and your experience becoming a first time mom. You also hear so many people talk about how, “once I got in that delivery room, everything changed.” Makes me think of Baz Luhrmann’s song “Wear Sunscreen”

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind

Because basically everybody has told me to worry about every little detail, but that none of those things will come to fruition.

…and everybody seems to have an opinion on whether or not your birth plan seems like a wise idea. Just like everybody seems to have an opinion on whether you should eat sushi, drink coffee, lift weights, do yoga, wear sunscreen. And while I appreciate everybody’s need to interject about what is best for me, and what is best for my baby – okay maybe I don’t – this is something I have to discover along the way.

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Inversions at 24 weeks

Hypnobabies

We hired a doula, who will also lead our hypnobabies class. Christian kept calling her a madula, I think he’s finally learned what a doula is. This was a very personal decision for me because I am going to have a vaginal, non-medicated birth. Go ahead, and tell me I’m crazy.

I’ll go into it with a back-up plan, but if I don’t stay strong in my convictions leading up to Kai’s birth, how will I ever expect that I’ll be able to say no to an epidural in the delivery room?

We’ll take six weeks of classes learning various breathing techniques, simple meditation, and light hypnosis to help me work through labor waves. Will I be successful? I don’t know. I didn’t know if I was going to enjoy moving to Alaska, or if I could snatch 140#, or if I could afford to purchase a condo and not get myself into credit card debt – guess what, none of those things happened. Do I regret it? Or believing I could be successful at it? No, because I made some great friends in Alaska, I was able to snatch 135#, and I bought my own place at 32 years old. And maybe I was disappointed that I didn’t complete my goals – but there’s a silver lining to all of it. Except this time it’ll be my own tiny human that shares my DNA.

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AKBFF (Alaska Best Friend Forever)

All the other junk…

Doing a quick google search to see how to even begin writing a birth plan, makes me so thankful I have a doula to help support me on the journey. I’m learning so much already about drops in baby’s eyes after their born, packing snacks, birthing positions, do you want your baby washed before the doc hands them over to you, will I be allowed to do yoga in the delivery room leading up to her birth?

For everybody that tells you that your birthing plan isn’t going to go as you expect it to, there sure are a lot of bases you need to cover.

…and really, lets be honest. All I really want to ask is, “Can Bugz come?”

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