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Week 20 and 21 Update

Surprise, surprise.  I forgot to type a blog for Week 20.  And then I slacked on promptly posting about Week 21.  Ugh, that 2nd child stereotype is already showing signs of being true.  There is less time to do more things with less energy.  Quite the conundrum, I say.

Week 20 saw me run my first 5K race in…forever…and set a pregnancy PR.

It also meant that we got our ultrasound done and got to see Baby Mason #2 for the first time.  We aren’t finding out gender, so it’s always fun to look at the pictures and play “guess if that’s a baby boy or girl responsible for using my belly button as a punching bag”.  All I know is that both Toddler J and Baby 2 have a similar side profile, although Baby 2 appears to have well developed soccer legs already.  Probably why he or she is estimated to already weigh 14 oz…pushing 1 pound almost!

Quite a handsy child already.

Quite a handsy child already.

Week 21 was more of the same.  Still sleeping ok, still running kind of ok (8:30/mile pace is my happy jam), and very little back pain so far.  I feel like my thighs are chunkifying themselves more this go round, but I feel generally like all my weight gain is settling into my lower half.  Gah.  Probably why I feel like when I’m not at work, I’m living that legging life.  I’ve drank from the Lularoe cup, and I like it.

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Baby Mason is now the size of a carrot and has eyelids and eyebrows.  What a funny looking carrot!
The carrot is also settling nicely into my side profile.  2nd pregnancies are a funny thing, I am as big now as I was with Toddler J at like 27 weeks.  Funny thing, those lack of abdominal muscles and large quantities of relaxin.

Ignore my poor selfie skills.  No one was around to take my pregnant picture :-(

Ignore my poor selfie skills. No one was around to take my pregnant picture 😦

Until next time…belly out!

 


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Race Recap: Holly Run 5K

Yes, that’s not a typo.  I most certainly did a race after not participating in any since June.  The Holly Run continues to be a race I automatically mark on my calendar to participate in, and 2016’s edition was certainly not going to be hindered by me toting around my growing baby belly!  This year’s version did not disappoint in the least.  The 5K was filled with 500+ participants ready to celebrate that “Life is Good, No Matter What”.

I wrangled both my parental units into running this race with me.  Probably a good idea because my car tire decided to deflate before we even had left for the race.  Minor tire drama aside, we managed to arrive to the race about an hour before, pick up packets, and do a small warm-up type thing.   For me, this consisted of shedding my sweats, running probably for 2 minutes and deciding that was enough.  No race goals makes for a much more relaxing day.  My only goal was to A) Finish and B) Not get out of breath.  Cool beans.

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The race started right on time after a Moment of Loudness.  A moment of loudness that corresponded to a rising in excitement, a burst of sunlight, and a perfect race morning.  I started off conservatively with my pace, knowing full well that there was a decent sized hill within the first mile.  I chugged up that bad boy, feeling like the Little Engine that Could (except with a pot belly) and arrived to the 1 mile split in 8:10.  Thought to myself, “That felt rather easy, me thinks I can keep this up”.  I continued on, again not feeling any inkling of the urge to race.  I was smiling, waving, and strutting my awkward balanced running gait like it was going out of style.  Mile 2 clocked in at 7:52.

And then…I for some reason felt the urge to be competitive after Mile 2, it’s like seeing age group competition in front of me was somehow the donut to hang in front of my face.  I have not run low 8 minute miles since…um…September, and here I was, throwing down a 7:28 final mile.  And a 6:45 pace last 0.1   And, no breathlessness.  I felt weirdly strong.

And finished in 24:04.  Which is almost 3 minutes slower than my time on this course last year.  But last year I wasn’t almost 5 months pregnant.  My overall pace wound up being 7:47.  Can we say pregnancy PR?  Are those a thing?  Somehow this finish, knowing that I managed it in a race that holds such sentimental meaning to me, meant more than any of the times I threw down earlier this year.    Belly for the win!


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Week 19 Update

Another week has come and gone and I’ve gotten my belly rubbed a few times like I’m a genie lamp more than I would like.  It’s hard to believe that I am nearly to the halfway mark!

This past week I definitely began to feel some movement.  As in, during Game 7 of the World Series when I went through all 7 stages of grief, I counted not 1…but 27 kicks in a row.  Obviously, this child is already a Cleveland fan and is sharing in Mommy’s utter sadness and woe.

My belly continues to grow by leaps and bounds, making me feel like I’m 6 months pregnant when I haven’t even made it to the 5 month mark.  Woe are my abdominal muscles as well, apparently.  I’ve been in denial of the scale this go round, but I was pleasantly surprised at my 18 week appointment that I had only gained 9 pounds so far.  I was positive it was going to be more, as I’ve been eating my feelings, lounging like a sloth most days, and staying far less active than I was with James.  I guess that’s why they say all pregnancies are not created alike, and this one has got me pooped out most of the time.

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This week Hubs and I got to finish out Wedding Season 2016 with a swish and a flick of a Harry Potter themed wedding.

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The workout belly.  Yikes my workout clothes barely fit already.  Crap on a stick.

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Ahhh!! 

Next week is an important one, it’s ultrasound time and we finally get to see what Baby Mason Dos looks like!  Belly out!