It’s So Close!
I’m a member of an online group of women who are all due in March. There’s about 30 of us or so, and we all have similar goals for our childbirth experience, how we want to raise or kids, and lead similar lifestyles. We live all over the country, but we talk every day. It’s been the most amazing support group ever. Over the course of our pregnancies, our due dates have been moved around, we’ve learned about minor health complications, and we’ve even lost a couple babies. We honestly consider each other to be very close and dear friends. The first of the group’s babies was born yesterday. I’m eager to read the birth story as soon as Mama recovers enough to share, but in the mean time, we’re getting labor updates from a second mama who went into labor last night. We have established a phone chain to
“Glow”? I Think You Mean “Grow.”
At my last midwife appointment, I weighed in at a whopping 154 pounds. I stand at a meager 5’2″ tall, so this is definitely the most I have weighed in my life. Before getting pregnant, I was a healthy 130 pounds and was working out at the gym, so that number was on the decline before getting two bright pink lines on a pee stick. The most I have ever weighed was 145 pounds, so needless to say, that number was a bit hard to swallow. Of course, weight gain is a normal and healthy part of pregnancy, so I’m not really concerned, it was just a bit of a blow to the ego. That weigh in was about three weeks ago, and now that I’m 31 weeks pregnant, the baby is supposed to be putting on a half pound of weight each week by herself. That means the number
Better Safe Than Sorry
We had a small scare at our house today. I was sitting crossed legged on the floor watching TV with Elli. She decided she wanted to sit in my lap and I never turn down an opportunity to snuggle with her. Somewhere along the way though, she decided she wanted to jump instead of sit. Before I knew it, Elli jumped as hard as her 30 pounds could jump right on top of my belly (she isn’t quite big enough to understand why she needs to be careful). I’m not going to lie – it hurt. A weird pain shot all the way through my stomach and I started worrying. I try to keep my obnoxious worries in check, but this time things felt a bit different. I decided the best thing to do would be to take some time on the couch and see if I could feel the
Go Mommy Go!!
During my first pregnancy I was adamant about exercise. I had heard that it would make labor faster and less painful and I was all for it. I didn’t do anything extreme but I did try to get in a good cardio work out five or six times a week. Typically I went for a three or four mile walk. I know that is not a lot and that there are pregnant women out there logging many more intense work outs than me, but I found that it was just enough to keep my weight gain healthy and my body pain free. I also truly enjoyed that time to myself and would listen to podcasts on pregnancy, labor, and infant care. As I got further along in my pregnancy, my pace may have slowed but I was as dedicated as ever to walk right up until the baby arrived. I
Overwhelmed by Eating Clean
I’m not big on New Year’s Resolutions, but this year I thought it might be a good time to get some things in order in our house. I realize that having a second child is going to change so many things and I want to be ready, organized, and prepared (if that is even possible?!?) I downloaded a decluttering calendar to try and get my house in order. I also downloaded a new cleaning schedule that promises just 15 minutes a day will have my house guest ready. So that would take care of the house things I want to fix. Then I started thinking health. We’ve always been a fairly healthy family. We eat ground turkey more than red meat; we exercise and play outside; we eat brown rice instead of white. But, I have been looking more at my grocery cart and realizing that it might not be
