Running Through a Fulfilled Life


21 Weeks

Hark! The belly haveth arrived finally.  What a difference a week makes.  I would never have imagined that from 20 to 21 weeks that I would see such a change, but alas Baby Mason is finally making his or her presence known.  Both on my poor pubic bone and on my bladder.  Thanks, ya little nugget.

At 21 Weeks, Baby Mason is now the size of 3/4 of a pound (more than any of my food babies have ever been) and is 10.5 inches long.  Essentially we are now working with a carrot.


This past week has brought some new changes.  For one, my stomach has gotten bigger, causing me to switch to my larger workout tops, maternity tops for work, and rocking the Bag Lady look in my home.  I continue to sleep like the worst person ever, waking up every 1-2 hours to roll over and switch sidelying positions.  I have struggled to stay on my left side only, because I usually wake up the next day and feel like an angry man hit my hip with a croquet mallet.  (Good imagery, I know).

The past few runs I have done have also been a struggle.  Not a struggle due to energy, shortness of breath, terrible pace, or waddling.  A struggle because I am pretty positive now that my pelvis absolutely hates me and has decided to dysfunction itself.  Although I plan to ask my Doctor at my next visit, I have self diagnosed it as SPD or Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction.  AKA the dysfunction that feels like your pubic bone is ripping apart or has become replaced by an occasional shard of glass.  I am strongly considering investing in a maternity belt, so if anyone has any recommendations on specific brands they would definitely be appreciated!  Crazy that something so small can already be wreaking so much havoc on my poor, narrow, ill prepared hips.  Apparently Baby Mason has not gotten the memo that he or she needs to be shaped like a noodle to help this poor Momma out.


Here I am demonstrating a nice posterior pelvic tilt and trying to tuck it in.  Not happenin.


And this is the “I don’t even care anymore” pose



20 Weeks

We have officially hit the halfway point!  Baby Mason is now 10 inches in length and weighs 10.5 ounces.  Basically, I have a banana baby hanging out in there right now.


Only a few things have changed since last week:

  • My belly is starting to pop out a little more.  Depending on what I wear, it can be more noticeable although I still think to most people it looks like I ate my feelings for a week.
  • My belly button is starting to turn into a directionally confused belly button.  What is usually a definite “inny” is now half in, half out.  I am sure it will complete it’s process to being an “outie” before I know it  Nothing like having a perky belly button.
  • Most of my normal pants no longer feel comfortable.  Or maybe it’s just I am worried to wear them for the fear that I will bend over and rip the butt out of them.  I have completely switched from wearing my Size 5’s to my Size 7’s now.  Still no maternity pants.  I have started to wear a few maternity tops, but a lot of my normal tops still fit fine.  At home, I tend to wear sweat pants.  Or no pants.  No pants party?
  • I am still trying to run 3-4 days per week.  The only thing I have noticed, although my pace remains fairly steady in the 8:50-9:00/mile territory, that my body hurts way more afterwards than it ever has in my life.  I get done with a run and my butt and hamstrings feel like they just got done doing 2 hours of a leg circuit.  I have got the “corn cob up my butt” walk down pretty well now.


The Official “This is my 20 Week Picture” Photo Op Professional Selfie:


Yeah I know you can still not see it much but I can promise this running top is a little more tight than the last time I took a picture in it! Pinkie swear

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19 Weeks

It’s almost Week 19 (on Saturday)!  Baby Mason is now the size of an heirloom tomato, weighs 8.5 ounces and measures 6 inches in length!
ImageI had my 18 week prenatal appointment this week.  I look forward to these appointments because it reassures my worrying that everything is still looking good.  I guess the trait of worrying can be very hereditary, right Mom (aka screenname: worrywart)?  The heart beat remains strong and my vitals look good as well.  My OB even commented “I don’t know how you are still wearing your normal pants!”  I am sure my normal pants will probably only last another few weeks, but it has been nice being able to hold off on purchasing maternity clothes.  Since I like to wear my pants low (not hanging off my butt low you sickos) and since Baby Mason apparently likes to reside more around my midsection, things still are fitting ok.  For now.  Probably not for long.  I will probably longingly look back to these days and miss them later on.

The only new things I have been noticing lately are:  my face has decided to revert back to puberty and deliver me a gift of acne.  Thanks, face.  I have been getting muscle cramps in my calves when I am trying to sleep and point my toes.  Nothing like experiencing calf cramps that I usually don’t get until the 13th Mile of a Half Marathon or the 90th Minute of a Soccer Game.  I have finally started to feel that “fluttering” that is described as being the first signs of Baby Movement.  We also have a defiant baby in there too.  I told Mike that Baby Mason must be doing back flips while we were watching the Olympics because it was constant movement.  He says, “You better knock that off” to the Baby (since, you know, it totally listens to our orders and stuff).  5 seconds of silence later, Baby goes back to training for snowboarding slopestyle in the 2034 Winter Games.  I love it.


2 nights ago, I swear the bump grew.  It now is a little more obvious.  Especially since I am still convinced that I can continue to wear my normal Size Small Workout attire.  You just gotta want it.  And I want to not buy maternity workout clothes.  Ever.



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Week 18

Can’t believe I am nearly halfway through this wonderful journey!  This week, Baby Mason is the size of a Bell Pepper and is weighing in at approximately 5.5 ounces.


Why is it that pregnancy is equated to food all the time? Oh wait, because that’s pretty much all I do. Eat. Think about eating. Eat again.


Nothing much has changed since last week, although I did find myself getting a little more fatigued during my workouts.  I am finding that when it comes to running, I am requiring a much slower warm-up mile until I can get back up to my typical pacing.  A novel concept I know, since warming up is generally something Pre-Pregnancy Eli scoffed at.  Except now, Eli is paying for that.  And probably paying for the past month of running on nothing more than a treadmill (I am becoming what we call a “Soft, Wussy Type of a Runner”).  In the form of a cranky, wonky hamstring.  It is probably also due in part to the fact that my hips and SI joint are not liking the stresses that are being placed upon them.  What am I saying? I have been experiencing some pain right along my glute crease, along the ischial tuberosity.  I am hoping it chills the flip out because for a hot second I was worried about a stress fracture.  But then I thought, “Self, you are not running enough or being active enough to even cause a stress fracture” (8-12 miles per week without any increasing mileage–more like it keeps decreasing).  And so therefore, I think I’m dealing with a minor proximal hamstring strain.  Bah humbug.  #PregnancyProblems.

Not much change in the size of the belly, either.  People still don’t know I’m pregnant unless I tell them, *le sigh*.



Fun fact: I keep thinking I feel the “flutters” that everyone talks about when saying the baby moves, but I am pretty sure it’s just gas. Or my stomach growling because it wants it 10th meal of the day. #MorePregnancyProblems