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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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Weeks 22-24 Update

Oh boy, I’ve taken this from an every 2 week update to an every 3 week update.  (Nearly 4 if you consider that I’ll be 25 weeks along on Friday).  Things have been a bit busy, I’ve been a bit tired this go round–like all the time, and the Holidays are quickly approaching which means I’ve been having a party for 1 in front of my computer doing online shopping/wrapping/planning/cleaning in order to get all things Christmas done before next week so that I can actually…drumroll…enjoy Christmas.

The past 3 weeks have been a bit of blur, but my bump continues to grow.  I’ve only got a few pairs of non-maternity pants that fit anymore and I’ve been living in buttery soft leggings, tunic shirts, and sweats.  I’m sad that I didn’t get a picture the other day when Toddler J literally nesting dolled inside my tunic shirt and refused to get out, making me wonder if maybe they make those tunics a little too billowy if a small child can fit inside with the wearer.  I looked like Sally the Camel…with 3 humps.

Since I was delinquent in typing anything for Weeks 22 or 23, we’ll just flash forward to where things are at now.  Week 24.  Baby Dos is now the size of an ear of corn and is 1 1/3 pounds in weight.  This ear of corn has apparently, these past 2 days, decided to wedge its husk on top of my sciatic nerve on my left side, because I’ve been getting the beginnings of piriformis pain.  AKA BUTT PAIN.  Weirdly, it doesn’t hurt if I’m running but does hurt if I sit, squat down, walk, or stand.  Basically, live.

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Hopefully the husk moves soon because I never had this last time and this is a bit early to start dealing with back pain.  Ain’t nobody got time for that.  Also another fun pregnancy fact is that my stomach region is now the size of a soccer ball.   GOAAALLL.

In other news, winter has finally arrived in these parts.  Earlier than I would like, by far, because my hatred for snow multiplies like the Grinch’s heart whenever I’m pregnant.
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This kid, however, doesn’t hate snow and wishes he could live in an igloo in our back yard.

Until next time, 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!


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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!


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Week 18 Update

Can’t believe that we are nearly to the halfway mark of this pregnancy already.  It’s quite true that the 2nd time around goes faster, you have less time to get ready, you have less time to document it (which explains why photographic evidence of subsequent children tends to decline, thus creating these middle child syndromes and such–thesis material people, thesis material).

This week, baby is the size of a bell pepper, weighing almost 7 ounces and measuring 5.5 inches long.  I have several times thought I have felt little thumps and thuds from the bell pepper, but nothing too consistent.

I’m still waiting for the total magic of the 2nd trimester, where you prance around on rainbows and ride unicorns until the heft of the 3rd trimester smacks you in the stomach.  Alas, that has yet to happen and I’m still dealing with fatigue and occasional instances of nausea.  We are not planning to find out gender for Baby Dos, so it’ll be fun playing the guessing game again.  We won’t get our ultrasound done for another 2 weeks, then we will really be able to put a face to the belly.

My official 18 week belly shot:

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Whoops.  My outfit makes a little more sense when I’m in the picture with the rest of my 100 Acre gang.  Next year we’ll have to come up with a family of 4 theme.  Belly out!

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