Running Through a Fulfilled Life


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.


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.




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

Belly out.



25 Weeks

It’s officially 25 weeks (and a day) but who’s counting, really?  Baby Mason is now the size of a rutabaga.  Which, by the way, sounds absolutely disgusting.  He or she measures nearly 13 1/2 inches and weighs 1.5 pounds.  At least we now can safely say some of my weight gain is now “the baby” 🙂


Since I am too lazy to take a post-workout pic this week, we will settle for my Instagram one.

Since I am too lazy to take a post-workout pic this week, we will settle for my Instagram one.

Speaking of weight gain, I am definitely up about 12 pounds.  I still don’t feel like it though, because I look down and only see newly formed mass in my mid section.  Plus, I still am able to fit in the majority of my jeans (although snug) and my running pace continues to hover around 9:00/mile.  I guess the weight is being distributed around my frontal regions.

In other baby world news, we finally have been able to get our baby registry done!  It is definitely overwhelming trying to register for items that you have absolutely no expertise.  Thank goodness for the interwebs, friends with babies, and parental guidance.  Also, even though I already knew this (duh moment)…babies are pretty expensive!  All I know is that this child’s room, furniture, clothing, and toys will wind up being nicer than all our things for the next few years.

Which probably explains why during our last ultrasound, Baby Mason appeared to be smiling as if to say “I already got you guys wrapped around my little finger”.  That little nugget already has things figured out.

Sorry that this post seems to be so short, but there’s really not a whole lot new to share.  On the running front, I have now worked my way up to being able to handle 5 mile runs (with only some minor aches and pains in my low back) in preparation for Union City Half Marathon.  It will be a new and different experience to run this race as a relay (I’ve done the half twice), run it while being pregnant, and see how many times I curse the terrible hills of the course.  I am sure pregnant thighs+demon hills=Holy Crap My Pubic Bone Is Going Shatter.  I am already preparing to sit in a vat of Icy Hot after the race.

I am running from Mile 7.5 to the finish.  Mostly because I'm stupid.

I am running from Mile 7.5 to the finish. Mostly because I’m stupid.