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Lucas’ Birth Story

Baby Lucas came into this world and entered our hearts without any drama or excitement.  I elected to be induced on March 27, 4 days ahead of my due date.  This made it easier to avoid any late night phone calls to family or neighbors to try and cover for Toddler J or worst case scenario, having to wake him up to go to the hospital with us.

Instead, we arrived to the hospital bright and early at 6 AM.  I slept like crap all night, it was like baby knew that the eviction notice had been served and I got bladder kicked all night long as retribution.  We checked in, were brought to the labor and delivery room, and I immediately was hooked up to my IV, had blood drawn, you know the typical labor set-up complete with ugly hospital gown to strip you of any dignity.  Although, if you’ve already had one kid, that has long gone out the door.

The pitocin was set up (I didn’t have to have this with Toddler J) around 7:30 AM and the dose was gradually increased as I and baby were handling this well.   My doctor broke my water around 9:00 AM, which further increased the strength of the contractions, but surprisingly, I was able to tolerate getting up after and ride around on the exercise ball for a while.  It was at that point that my husband decided he needed to take his ritual labor nap and passed out on the couch in the room.  By 10:30 AM, I was starting to get really uncomfortable and my doctor recommended I proceed with the epidural because I likely would have the baby faster (given it was #2).  So, I got my epidural, which definitely helped with the pain, but didn’t seem as effective as when I had one with J.  I had minimal pain, but I could feel pressure.  Lots of it.   I was grateful for Hubs at this time to keep me breathing well and stay relaxed as possible.

Hubby let his parents know around the time of the epidural where things stood (4cm), and they decided to head to the hospital right then and there.  MIL and FIL arrived around 11:30AM and stopped in to see me, and I told them all to go ahead and get lunch.  Things went really fast from there and poop got real.  I got checked right after they left to eat and I was 6-7 cm.  My nurse started to try to position me in sidelying and the heart beat kept dropping during contractions.  I got an oxygen mask slapped on my face.   After 10 minutes of repositioning me, she checked me again, I was 9.5.  It was then that I texted Hubby an “I need to push! Get back here now!”.  It was like deja vu, because with J he almost missed this part also being at the cafeteria.  A few minutes later, he rushed back in, and it was pushing time.  It only took 15-20 minutes and out popped a beautiful baby boy at 12:55 PM.  Lucas Aaron Mason.

My doctor joked that if we had another kid, I better schedule an induction, otherwise she could be delivering the baby in the hospital parking lot.  Fun OB humor.

Some pictures from the day:

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And some fun images of the visitors we’ve had over the past week to welcome our new baby boy to this world:

Expanding from a family of 3 to 4 is definitely going to have its ups, downs, and in betweens, but I’m looking forward to a fun transition and adventure.   And of course, looking forward to the days when I can start posting some race recaps and training updates, but for now–that can wait.


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Weeks 36-39 Update

I figured I’d just slap together a blurb about the final weeks of pregnancy since, guess what, I am no longer pregnant.  I definitely slacked on a final blog entry and I wanted to share my final belly pictures and how I was feeling over the final weeks of pregnancy.

How did I feel?  Like a stuffed, prize pig ready to take to the fair.  The inn had run out of rooms.  The whale had placed itself firmly on the beach.   I was definitely ready to meet our baby instead of carry it.  The final weeks of pregnancy were rough.  My energy waned big time and it became difficult by Week 38 to even walk on the treadmill for 25-30 minutes let alone think about running.  In fact, my last treadmill run happened at 38 weeks and then I never had a happy thought to do it again.  All I felt was pressure and discomfort and my bladder felt like it was being punched every 2 seconds.

I wound up gaining a little more weight with this pregnancy than I did with James, about 32 pounds this go-round vs. 27 pounds, and this was probably due to eating my feelings and then having no energy to do all the things during the day.   So, I’m sure that extra 5 pounds will be extra fun to try to lose later, but I’m hopefully going to be motivated and up to the challenge.   After all, I’ve been buying way too much Lularoe lately and I want some of the more fitted items to fit…correctly.

Here’s how the final 4 weeks shook out in belly form:
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My next post will be the birth story, which hopefully I’ll be a bit more prompt with since I’m now on maternity leave and working on balancing a new family of 4, including a rambunctious toddler and snuggly newborn.  Wait, that sounds exhausting, but probably because it is.  I do know one thing for sure, it will be worth it!

This belly is signing off on another pregnancy adventure…and hopefully will be more toned up in a few weeks 😉


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Weeks 32-35 Update

Ugh, I am exhausted.  There’s no if’s, and’s or but’s about it.  Less than 5 weeks to go until my due date and I’m at the point of “I’m ready to be done with being pregnant and move onto holding my little girl or guy in my arms”.  I don’t remember feeling this sluggish last time around, but I also didn’t have a super energetic 2 year old that thinks his Momma is a superhero either to chase.  All I know is I’m large and in charge and feel like a beached whale most days.  Please play me the world’s tiniest violin now.

Baby Mason Part Deux is now the size of a honeydew melon and is 18 inches long and weighs approximately 5.25 pounds.   If only my stomach was merely the size of a little melon, instead it resembles more of a small beach ball, but way less fun and colorful and definitely more veiny and shiny from my skin reaching its breaking point.

My energy levels are definitely waning as is my desire to do anything of a physical nature…like, run, has gone down the pooper.  But I’ve still been doing it, more like a chore than a want.  I’m afraid if I quit doing anything (even going on a walk on the treadmill) that my body will just totally wave the white flag to me.  At least when I’m staying active I retain some energy, keep my ankles from getting puffy, sleep better, have less back pain, and can take a daily (although sometimes it’s more like every other day) constitutional **if you know what I mean**.

Here’s what I’ve been looking like the past few weeks.  Grow belly, grow!
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Here’s to hoping that the next 5 (or hopefully less) weeks go by really fast so we can get to hold our newest little guy or gal soon!


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Weeks 28-31 Update

Oh my, oh my.  How the third trimester has come and laid the boom on me.  It was like the power of suggestion of entering the 28th week alone was enough to make my body go into slo-mo.  I feel quite sloth like, like a sloth travelling through quicksand with a giant belly sack strapped to the front.  My energy has gone downhill.  My running has gone way downhill.  My ability to tie my shoes has gone downhill.  I don’t even bother painting my toenails anymore because, why bother, I can’t see them anyways and it’s in the middle of winter.  At least I am starting to see the light at the end of the pregnancy tunnel, with only 9 more weeks to go.

There is still a lot to get done before than, too.  Cleaning off baby things, arranging the nursery, packing a hospital bag, pre-registering for the hospital and organizing all the 0-3 months baby clothes.  As the queen of procrastination, I’m sure this will all get started at approximately Week 37.

Baby #2, however, is doing fantastic and continues to grow like a weed.  At 31 weeks, Baby is measuring 16 inches in length and weighing 3.3 pounds and is approximately the size of a coconut.  This is funny to me, because my stomach resembles more of a small globe at this point, so baby to stomach ratio is probably 1:3.   I have yet to experience any Braxton Hicks contractions at this point, but I never had any with J either, so who knows.  I’m just hoping that my body, this time around, decides to prepare itself better for laboring.

Let’s watch my belly grow, why don’t we?!
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Until next time…Belly Out!


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Weeks 25-27 Update

The past few weeks in this pregnancy journey have flown by, probably because they have corresponded with Christmas and New Year’s.  We definitely kept busy and Toddler J had himself a very good and spoiled time.  Seriously, kid needs 2 playrooms now for the gross quantity of toys he has been gifted.   He shouldn’t be bored until sometime in May.

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So here we are, marking the end of the 2nd Trimester and ready to kick off the final stretch–the 3rd Trimester.  It’s like coming into the last mile of 5K and you know it’s going to be a massive positive split because your body is getting more tired, sluggish, and waddly (is that a word?! I just made it up).  And that’s certainly how I feel.

At 27 weeks, Baby M #2 is weighing nearly 2 pounds and is approximately 14.5 inches in length.  He or she now has a normal sleep/wake cycle (which corresponds to sleeping when I’m awake and waking when I’m trying to sleep.  Touche), can open/close eyes, and suck on fingers.

I keep thinking Baby #2 either is sitting super low in comparison to J or is measuring big, because I have continued to experience occasional left sided sciatic symptoms that I didn’t get last time.  I had Hubs try to correct my alignment yesterday and I swear my ligaments must already be rubber bands, because a simple leg pull felt like my ankle, knee, and hip dislocated all at once.  But magically, the pain was gone and now I can tell him he retore my ACL.   He likes that.

Let’s watch how my belly has grown the past 3 weeks.  And let’s be honest, it’s not just my stomach that feels huge anymore, it’s everything.  I’ve got more junk in my trunk than I know what to do with.  A lot of it probably has to do with the fact that my running has not been as consistent as it was with J and I’m simply tired a lot.  I’ve been trying to exercise still 4-5 times per week, but my runs have dwindled to 2-3 miles max.  Also, this pregnancy is now being sponsored by Lularoe (not really, but it’s all I’m comfortable in anymore), so I’m like a walking billboard.

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3rd Trimester, here we come, Tally-Ho!

Belly out.


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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.

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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!