Running Through a Fulfilled Life


29 Weeks

Once again, I am le late at posting my weekly update.  Let’s just say it is for good reason as this past weekend was a fiesta in housework.  My parents were able to come up to not only visit, but take care of some lovely household tasks.  Mainly, getting Baby Mason’s future palace of crying and pooping ready (see Mom, I’m talking about poop again!)

I wish I had a before and after shot of the room, because it was a hideous cream and lavender combination.  Anything was sure to be an improvement and I can’t wait until everything is finally put together!



Baby Mason continues to grow by leaps and bounds.  This week, he or she is weighing in at 2.5 pounds and is a little over 15 inches long.  We now have ourselves a butternut squash.  Hopefully, it does not look like a butternut squash because that shape of a dome would be slightly awkward.


This past week, I have definitely noticed that the shock waves from Baby’s kicks are getting a little stronger.  As in, I am pretty sure I have figured out the size of each foot.  Mainly because they like to kick me in the right side of my ribcage.  I also can definitely tell I am gaining weight.  As much as I was trying to avoid gaining “everywhere”, I can tell I am getting a fuller face, chunky thighs, and a bigger badonk.  Good try Eli, good try old sport.  I have pretty much avoided standing on a scale except when at the Doctor’s office, but I have been right on track for weight gain so far, so I am expecting to see another solid poundage increase at my next OB appointment tomorrow.  I feel like the prize ham.  Stick a blue ribbon on me.

This week was also the first time I can definitely say, I feel pretty darn pregnant when I am out running.  My past few runs have been a slugfest in order to accomplish.  I feel like I have cement blocks on my feet, that I have zero spring in my step anymore, and that look pretty much like a ridiculous, waddling, female.  An example of what running I accomplished last week:

Monday–Rest Day
Tuesday–4 Mile Run
Wednesday–20 minute elliptical because Chipotle was more important
Thursday–3.5 Mile Run, 10 minutes elliptical, Weight circuit
Friday–Rest Day
Saturday–3 Mile Run with Momma
Sunday–3.5 Mile Run
Weekly Mileage: 14 miles

I don’t know how other pregnant people can run so gosh dang much, because I pretty much have been limited to about 15 miles per week since about Week 20.  But I feel like what little exercise I can do is really helping to keep my energy levels up, because we all know I’m going to need that!

Super Pregnant Belly Shot of this Week!


Is this direction my good side? Nope


Look at my belly from this direction…it’s huge.   I can’t win.  Or hide.




28 Weeks

Well hello there Third Trimester!  You certainly came up very quickly!  It’s crazy to think that this journey is now approaching the home stretch and that we will be meeting our newest member of the family in July.  I am pretty sure the thought of this is already stressing out both Hubs and I, but I choose to just say “namaste” and be in bittersweet denial.

This week, Baby Mason weighs 2.25 pounds and is the size of a Chinese cabbage (which is apparently what this leafy concoction is)

This week, the only new changes I have noticed seem to be more sleep related.  I can no longer sleep longer than about 7:15 AM or else I am awakened to a tap dancing chorus along my belly.  It’s really hard to ignore it, because all I feel is 1-2-3 KICK, 1-2-3 KICK.  I think it’s the baby’s way of saying “get up and feed me, now! and by feed me, I mean shove food down your throat hole mommy”.  

This past week I also had to endure a series of stabs to arms from my favorite Lab.  Since I apparently have been feasting on too much ice cream, I managed to ever so slightly fail my 1 hour glucose test and had to take the 3 hour test.  Nothing better than spending an entire week freaking out over the fact that you somehow possibly drew the unlucky straw of gestational diabetes.  The 3 hour test was quite terrible.  First, I had to fast for about 12 hours (which is a recipe for nausea for me).  Then, I was presented with the sugary drink.  Instead of the orange flavor I had been given for the 1 hour test, I could only have fruit punch.  The first 3 sips were fine, but the rest of it was like trying to down a bottle of Dimetapp.  Ugh.  Over the course of the next two hours, I kept burping up syrupy fruit punch nastiness.  The worst part was having to sit.  And sit.  And sit.  I am not a big sitter.  Especially not for 3 hours.  At least I got caught up on all my TV shows via the IPad, but believe me, it was torturous.  Plus, with each passing hour I noticed I was feeling a little more tired, lethargic, and light headed.  Also, apparently I bruise easily even with the smallest of needles, so by the time I was done they were both sore and looked like someone had beaten my elbows with a stick repeatedly.  Nice.  The only small victory in this whole thing was that I didn’t get sick or pass out.

The call on Thursday was like having the weight of the world taken off my shoulders.  I had passed.  I will still plan to be careful with all the sugary sweets, but at least now I don’t have an all out ban on them.  

28 Week Belly Shot!


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Union Hospital Team Relay: Team Prego Edition

Last Sunday I participated in the Union Hospital Half Marathon in a different way from years past.  I participated as a member of a relay team.  I am not a huge fan of the course, as it is very challenging in terms of terrain that does not favor my weak, nimbly pimbly type of legs.  Probably the reason I haven’t run the thing since 2011.  (For reference, I have run a 2:00:00 and 2:07:00ish on this course…some of my worst times).

However, when I was asked to partake in a ‘Prego Only’ relay team, I definitely couldn’t turn down the chance even if I knew it would mean subjecting myself to the torment of hills again.  I even volunteered myself to be Runner 3, meaning I needed to be able to run the last 5.6 miles.  Normally, this is an easy thing, but doing it when you are 27 weeks pregnant is an entirely different story.  I prepared myself for the 4 weeks leading up to the race by running a “long run” of 5-5.5 miles.  Only once did I actually run a bit further–6 miles.  None of my training was done on hills.  But all was done usually coursing into a headwind off the lake of about 15-30 mph (that counts as hill training, right?)

We arrived to the race about 50 minutes before race time, had some trouble locating my team, but we finally got things sorted out.




We had just enough time to get a quick photo op in, and then it was time to head over to my Exchange Point.  To kill time, we worked on our tans and I made Hubby do a 400 meter time trial on the track.  Yes, it was sunny and the only sunglasses in my car were my JLo’s.  Don’t hate.  I also didn’t take them off even for my run.  Also, apparently I don’t know how to pin my bib on without making it crooked.  Can’t even blame that on the belly.



It was definitely a different perspective sitting and waiting for the race to get to me.  I got to see the lead males and females come through, they all looked good even though the temperature was already soaring into the 80’s.  That was the one thing that concerned me all day, that I had yet to run in “summer temps” since winter has held on so long, plus the extra weight I’m lugging around acts as insulation and turns me into a heat factory pretty quickly.  Soon enough, I saw a familiar neon yellow shirt heading towards me.  Jen’s face was beat red and it made me nervous knowing that she had just finished 4.5 miles and I had to run even further!  Don’t mind the fact that my face looks like I sucked a lemon or need to poop.



I took off, trying to keep things relatively slow and easy the first mile.  I knew what was ahead, at my first mile split was when I met the first massive hill.  I elected to adopt the philosophy that I would run up every hill, no matter how slow I had to go.  I wanted to also try to make sure to take as many water stops as I could, allowing myself to walk through each and drink all the water.  This hydration thing is key, in general, but especially when you are pregnant.  You must and cannot let yourself get dehydrated.


My Mom is pretty awesome at playing paparazzi.  I think my favorite part of my run was my Husband driving the car alongside me, stopping ahead and her running out ahead of me so she could take some action shots.  I felt like a pretty big deal.


The miles kept ticking off, as did the hills.  I was so thankful once I finished my 3rd of the 3 nasty hills and entered the portion of the course that just rolled a bit, then flattened out.  I made up my time through there and soon after entered Tuscora Park where my wonderful Husband was waiting for me.  I love when he helps me finish a race and this day was no exception.


You can relive my wonderful finish if you click on this link here.  My favorite part is the confusion in the announcer’s voice when saying our team name.

I came across the finish line to give Team Prego a final finish time of  2:04:34 (9:30/mile)
We wound up placing 7th out of 36 All Female Relay Teams 🙂

I checked my Garmy for my own personal stats, and I ran 5.6 miles in about 50 minutes, for ~8:55/mile pace.  I was super happy with this given the weather forecast and abundance of hills.


T-Rex Father even race walked the entire Half Marathon.  I totally give him credit (as I do the rest of the Half runners).  The weather was not ideal, nor was the gusty winds, and everyone that finished achieved something awesome!  I would just like to thank my teammates, my support crew (Mom, Husband) for making this race such a special experience.  It is definitely a fun memory from my first pregnancy!





27 Weeks

So this blog entry is just slight late…but better late than never I suppose!  I was pretty busy this past weekend visiting with family and running another race (gasp!) which I will do a recap of in the near future.  Thus, this entry is going to be short and sweet and devoid of my usual ramblings of a preggo.

This week, Baby Mason is the size of a head of cauliflower and weighs nearly 2 pounds!  He or she is about 14.5 inches in length with legs extended.  Those legs are being put to good use because I have started referring to my stomach as “The Belly That Never Quits”.  As in…constant movement.  Constant kicking.  Constant punching of my bladder.  Constant hiccups.  Constant squirming.  This child doesn’t know how to chill out.  It’s either starting to complain that the basement apartment is getting cramped or it’s already training for the Baby World Cup.



This week has brought on some new changes:
1) My nose feels clogged most of the time.  I feel like I am breathing through a small silly straw and I hate it.  Straws are meant for the mouth not the snot holes.
2) I am starting to get calf cramps at night.  I no longer point my toes at night because it results in Mega Insta Big Time Charley Horse Holy Crap Cramp.
3) I only have 2 pairs of my regular jeans that still fit.  It may be time to buy a belly band or get maternity jeans.  Womp womp.
4) I now have bought blinds and 2 lamps for the nursery.  I am definitely productive.  And by productive I mean a procrastinator.  I also have picked up some paint color samples.  And it has gone no further than that stage.  
5) I still have yet to buy a single baby item.  Is that weird?  

Belly Shot For The Win!

I may or may not have looked like an Easter Egg with legs at my last race.  And Baby Mason was definitely out on display.  The belly hath arrived!


26 Weeks

26 Weeks have passed.   Only 14 more to go.  Each passing week, I get a little more excited to meet our little boy or little girl that is brewing in there.  From the growing frequency and intensity of the kicks upon my bladder and ribs, I am pretty sure this Baby is one going to be one active hellion.  The only time really that I am not being subjected to a 1-2 punch to the gut is when I am out running.  Hopefully that means when it’s time to start the jogging stroller that this will be the same 🙂

This week Baby Mason is approximately 14 inches in length and weighs 1 and 2/3 pounds.  Baby is now approximately the size of a scallion.



I am nearing the end of the Second Trimester as well (I’m gonna miss this fun little time) and approaching the beginning of the Third.  I don’t think I’m going to quite like the Third as much, although at the end of that Trimester we do get to finally meet the little one.  I am just happy to say that I have been able to avoid the majority of extra joyful symptoms thus far.  The only thing I have started to get a slight dabble in is lower back pain.  I tend to get it by the end of my runs, but recently I’ve also begun to experience it at work if I am on my feet for too long without a sitting break.  That’s why I finally did it.  I broke down and bought myself a super sexy maternity belt.



That is not me in that picture.  I tend to not wear tights with old fashioned bathing suits or what looks like a shorts romper.  It should be arriving this week and I am horrified to hear myself actually say that I am excited to wear it.  I will probably start wearing it mainly for running, but I am definitely going to require it in a few weeks at work as well.  Sometimes there is a cumulative effect of spending 8+ hours on your feet, lifting and moving body parts and setting up machines and equipment for patients.  Who wouldathunk?  Another key device that I have found to be lifesaver for my aching back is something I’ve always used, but sometimes neglect.  It tends to sit lonely in the corner of my living room, all sad and dusty.  Well, I whipped my Foam Roller back out after my last long run, and it totally got rid of my upper hamstring and low back soreness.  So well in fact, that when I went to sleep at night I didn’t experience my horrific hip pain I’ve been having since about 20 weeks.  Once again, I’m an idiot for not figuring this out sooner.


I like to call this look now, “My Soccer Ball Belly”.  This was me yesterday after I finished my 4 mile run right at 26 weeks pregnant.  How long can I continue this running nonsense?  As long as I am able to.  I intend to start incorporating walking breaks if I start to get either out of breath or my legs/back decide “carrying around this extra weight is malarkey and we refuse to do it anymore”.  Hopefully I can continue a few more weeks without having to switch over to some walking, but we’ll see!


Welcome to Spring Running

Now that it appears that Spring has finally graced us along the LakeShore with its presence (thank goodness for that), there are some things to definitely keep in mind when it comes to running.  All, or the majority of these things, I re-acquainted myself with today since my seemingly inept pregnancy brain seems to forget everything these days.  I figured I’d post a quick run down, mainly to serve as a checklist for myself, and to get in a post that could be classified as more “running” versus “pregnancy”.

1) Change in Temperatures: This winter has been cold as the Cold Miser’s Toilet.  Therefore, most runners and other outdoors enthusiasts are used to blowing snot icicles after a nice jaunt.  A drastic change in temperature, even though 66 degrees is a welcome relief, can feel like Satan’s Toilet in contrast to the nice 20 degree days we were just having.  Scale back on your pace.  It takes several weeks in order to adjust to a change in climate, a change in temperature.  


2) Sun=Chance for Sunburn.  It can be April and you can get burnt.  Put on your sunscreen please you pale idiot (points at self) and embrace that you now smell like a coconut.  Sun can also be warm and promote sweating.  Make sure to drink fluids regularly and not allow yourself to go to the place known as “I’m seeing dark circles” which usually precedes the place known as “I am now passed out”.

3) LakeShore Winds:  The Lake Erie Shore is always windy as all crap.  I hate wind.  Wind causes another chance for burning my skin that can’t be blocked by the fragrant coconut sunscreen.  It also serves to hand you your butt on a platter in slices when attempting to keep your pace running right into it.  Scale back your pace.  I do believe the South Wind I ran into today was gusting 20-30 mph consistently and it was ever so enjoyable to watch my Garmin drop it like its hot from an 8:45/mile pace to a 10:15/mile pace.  Womp womp, such is life.


4) Dress appropriately.  Always dress for a run like it is going to be 20 degrees warmer than the air temp.  Otherwise you will end up dying inside your clothing.  I ran outside today in a tshirt and capris.  I saw a runner out wearing tights, a long sleeve, a vest, headwrap, and mittens.  I think that person was seasonally confused.  And also very sweaty.


5) Trails are likely Mucky.  When aren’t trails mucky and muddy?  Spring=rainfall and rainfall=mud.  Be prepared to destroy your lovely new running shoes.  Or be smart and wear an old pair.  Or get yourself a good washing machine.

6) Be prepared for anything.  It’s warm out again and likely there will be many others planning to take advantage of the warmer temps.  You will see runners, walkers, bikers out there.  Be courteous.  Be prepared to maybe get chased by a dog.  Be prepared to maybe get chased by a runaway bucket (and do the Good Samaritan thing and chase it down for the older woman who was attempting to use it to garden before it runs away into the busy road).  Be prepared for cars and drivers to forget to look for you.  Always be safe.

Happy Running!