131 Days To Go!
I have (barely) made it through 142 days of pregnancy and I (insert sarcastic “only”) have 131 to go, but who’s counting!? Well, actually, I am! I count everyday. That’s what triathletes do; we count. We count miles, minutes and seconds and days and races and ounces of water and drops of sweat and so on and so forth.
My official due date is September 2, 2014, but I will be scheduled for a C-section around August 26, 2014. At my next appointment in mid-May, we should be able to schedule that date so the OFFICIAL countdown can begin. I am currently marching through week 21 and so happy to be past the halfway point. It’s like making the turn on the ninth hole in a round of golf or making the turn at mile marker 6.55 in a half marathon. Mentally you know you’re heading home!
I am off my anti-nausea medication and thank goodness! Honestly, the side effects were almost as bad as the actual nausea. I have managed a handful of powerwalks each about two and a half miles. It’s humbling (and exhausting) but I am focusing on the wonderfulness that it is movement for and of my body. My diet has (for the most part) returned to what most people would deem normal and somewhat healthy. I am still not thrilled with it compared to how I normally eat, but it has gotten a lot more controllable and better. I still feel as though I need to eat a much larger quantity of food but I am growing a boy in my belly, so I guess that makes sense!
Unfortunately, the constant fatigue has not subsided and I have not experienced those bursts of energy you’re known to get in your second trimester. I couldn’t be so lucky, I guess. I have high hopes for trimester number three, though!
I have taken the entire gamut of tests, gotten all the measurements and even seen a great profile of the little guy. Everything looks perfect. So far for exercise this little guy sure does love kickboxing and is starting to do it on a regular basis. No complaints there. I can say with 100 percent certainty, it’s the coolest feeling in the world and THE ONLY thing I will miss about pregnancy.
Triathlon season has begun and thanks to the Internet and social media I can easily follow races, track athletes and hear some pretty great race reports. I am not going to lie and say I didn’t cry while watching the finishers come across that mat at the recent Florida Half Ironman. I cried some out of jealousy and some tears were just self-pity for currently being so out of shape. But mostly I cried out of sheer exhilaration of the accomplishment and pure fun I had a year ago at that event.
I always cry when I remember leaping into my husband’s arms after I finished that race. I never wanted to see him or hug him so badly. I kept saying over and over again, “We did it! We did it!” After all, I could not have done it without him.
I have this great feeling, the same thing will happen in about four months when our son is born. There is no one I want by my side more then my husband. After all, I LITERALLY could not have done this without him. I am sure I will cry again in his arms saying, “We did it! We did it!” I’ve only got 131 of those days left to go. But who’s counting…..!?