The weeks continue to fly at a rate that’s borderline exhilarating and borderline “I’m gonna pee my pants from nervousness”. This week Baby Mason measures 11 inches in length and is approximately the size of a mango. That’s one food I can get on board with, I love mango margaritas. Wait, that’s probably not the best use for mango. Or something I can’t have for another 4-5 months. Drat.
Baby Mason had it’s first ultrasound appointment this past week as well. It is hard to describe watching your baby on a screen, not being able to take your eyes away from it’s image for a second. I hardly even looked at my Husband at all. I loved taking in each image that was presented. And I have come to the conclusion…he or she looks exactly like Mike. It’s like he managed to mate with himself or implant a clone in my body. I may start referring to Baby as Mini Mike from now on. At the ultrasound, the tech said Baby is now weighing 1 pound, 1 ounce and is right on track for appropriate size.
This week also marked another milestone in my own life…a BIRTHDAY! Happy 29 years old to me, I will forever stay this age because I don’t want to hit the “30 something” mark. Nothing against it, but I think the 30-34 age group is more competitive than 25-29 sometimes, so I think for my future running career this is also a good choice. Some birthday pics from our little mini family shindig:
I also commemorated my 23 Weeks Celebration by throwing in something I used to do a whole bunch of…RUNNING RACES! On a spur of the moment decision, I decided to register for one of my favorite races on the Subway Challenge Series Calendar–The Louisville St. Patrick’s Day 5K. Knowing that I would automatically set a Pregnancy PR, I was eager to run for fun and with little to no expectation. I just wanted to make sure to keep things comfortable, easy breezy with my breathing, and earn myself (and baby) a new Race Shirt!
I found myself running faster than any of my training runs have been over the past…well, month. However, I discovered quickly that 1) It felt much better to run fast aka no pubic bone discomfort and 2) I wasn’t breathing hard to do it. Oh happy day. I know I won’t always have good running days with pregnancy (just like when not pregnant we all have horrendous running days), but I was thankful to squeak in just one.
Baby Mason nudged me out for the win (By a Belly) and we turned in a 25:17 (8:09/mile pace). And the surprise of all surprises happened after I managed to happily slurp down some tomato soup (seriously all food tastes better when pregnant and just after a run), I actually won an Age Group Award!
Baby and I took 2nd Place and earned ourselves the following prize: