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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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A Milestone!

A few days ago, we made it through out first year of being new parents.  Even though Baby J probably didn’t understand the importance of his first birthday, it meant a lot to both Hubs and I.  One year.  Time has flown.  One year ago, I was just learning what it means to have such a strong love for someone so tiny.  One year ago, I was learning what the phrase “you’ll never sleep again” meant.  One year ago, I was absolutely clueless as to how tough that first year of life can be.

But here we are, we made it.

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I can’t wait to see what the next days, months, and years have in store for us!


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June Recap

Ok, so maybe I haven’t been back to blogging on the regular.  Sue me, I’ve been busy.  Summertime is always crazy busy, a slight degree more than spring busy or fall busy.  We’ve been out of town so much that I have almost forgotten what my home feels like on a weekend.  I’ve also forgotten what a morning where you sleep past 6 am also feels like.  But who’s bitter about that?  Certainly not this Mom.  **tight lipped smile** **sarcasm**

I’ve still been running.  There’s still no structure to what I’ve been doing and I’ve certainly fallen off the wagon of keeping a log of miles.  Consider that New Year’s Resolution broken…amongst many other of my running resolutions.  The craziest thing is that…I’ve hardly raced all year.  It’s definitely been a different type of summer for me, as pre-baby Eli would be chomping at the bit to race every weekend.  Post-baby me is happy and content to do a hard track workout on the weekend and spend the rest of the time enjoying moments with my Hubby and James.

Speaking of Baby J, we’ve got ourselves a walker finally!  He’s grown by leaps and bounds over the past few months and when I look at him now, I don’t see that little baby anymore.  It makes me both sad and happy at the same time, which is sometimes a tough pill to swallow.  Probably because it’s like one of those giant horse pills.

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We also just spent last week on a wonderful vacation with the In-Laws to Surfside Beach, SC.  We rarely treat ourselves (Treat Yo Self this family denieth itselfith), but vacationing yearly is the one thing we try to make possible.  Last year, that didn’t happen because someone probably would have tried to harpoon me on the beach mistaking me for a beached whale as my pregnancy waddle had grown something fierce.  Therefore, this year we were more than ready to get away to the Atlantic coast.

Little did we know that our first half of vacation would read like something straight out of Family Vacation.  We can just entitle those 4 days as “Family Vacation (from Hell)”.  In no particular order the following things occurred:4

  1. Large amounts of rain decided to fall at home causing a Monsoon along the Lake Erie shore.  In Laws basement floods with sewer water.  Aka poop water.  Aka horrible.
  2. Vixey (their pup) got bit when at the doggy day care requiring emergency surgery.  Pups in Paradise? I think not because #thatpupsinhell
  3. My SI joint decided to rear its ugly head when I simply leaned forward to feed Baby J.  Back spasms delight.
  4. Hubs slices his finger open on his razor decorating our bathroom with a red speckle paint and requiring stitches.  Secretly, I think he just wanted to be able to say “where are my rubbers at?” the rest of vacation.20150629_113731
  5. A plastic pool chair broke as my MIL sat on it, causing her to fall and hit her head/ribs on the cement.  Another trip to Urgent Care later, we were Dr. Vandergriff’s best family of patients.20150629_210133

All in 4 days.  So June didn’t end on the best of notes.  But the good news is that the last few days of vacation (because they were in July and July is a nice, happy, quiet month) went swimmingly well.  Even if Hubs no longer did any swimming (where’s my rubbers at homie?!)  Vacation phone dump!

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Can’t wait to see what July holds.  Maybe I’ll actually get a race in again.  Or maybe I’ll just savor these warm days with my happy family.

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5 and 6 Month Update

Because I’m super behind, super busy, and super awesome, I never got around to posting Baby J’s 5 month update.  Or his 6 month update (I’m wonderful like that).  I decided to consolidate both month updates into one slightly abbreviated, cluster of a post.  Baby J is growing up so fast.  I know everyone in the history of the world always says this about babies, but I’m coming to that conclusion as well.  Little kiddo is getting into everything now.  And this procrastinator of a Mom has yet to child-proof things, which only helps work on my fitness as I chase around this movin baby yelling “NO!”.

IMG_7084At 5 months old, Baby J had a busy month.  For a baby that is.

  • He celebrated both Christmas and New Year’s.  And had no clue what either was except it meant a later bedtime (which angered him) and lots of wrapping paper to eat.
  • He began to eat baby foods.  His very first: bananas.  What did he think? A look of confusion
  • Began doing the beginnings of an “inch worm”.  Aka lifting his baby booty all the way up in the air and falling over.
  • Weighed 19 pounds and measured 27.3 inches (or as accurate as can be measured when your child is trying to suck on a sock). Wearing 9 month clothing.
  • Was battling a variety of baby illnesses: the flu (yes, the type A sick flu), an ear infection, and an eye infection.  Making his parents quality of sleep drop to a big fat zero.

IMG_7132At 6 months old, things slowed down in the Mason household, but Baby J did not.  In fact, he decided to start being a mover and a groover.

  • Began to sit unsupported
  • Began to commando crawl
  • Likes to suck on everything.  All things mentioned are things that have, indeed, been sucked on: A church pew, cords and wires to the stereo and computer (followed by a NO!), beer bottles, pop bottles, water bottles, pieces of mail, socks that are super smelly, shoelaces, belts, my knee, Mike’s shin.  The list goes on.
  • Eating a variety of baby foods: bananas, sweet potatoes, carrots, green beans, apples, and oatmeal cereal.
  • Weighs 20 pounds, 11 ounces and measures 28.25 inches.  Is now wearing 12 month clothing.
  • Can now (I can happily report) sleep for stretches of 7-8 hours.  Wakes 1-2 times per night at max.  Much better than 4-5 times per night that was happening with the ear infection.

So really, a lot of change has happened in 2 months.  I can’t wait to see what this little guy does next month.  And I especially can’t wait for it to warm up so he and I can start our Glass City Marathon outdoors training with the jogging stroller.  Just need that 15 inches of snow sitting in our yard to melt!


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Things I Can Relate To…

Starting next week, I will officially be kicking off my training plan for the Owens Corning Half Marathon.  It has been over 2 years since I’ve trained for a half, and I am excited and nervous at the same time.  I have been able to work up to running 6 miles as my long run, to develop the “base” necessary to start a 12 week training program.  Do I have a goal time yet?  I have ideas of what I would like to run, but it’s hard to set a goal when most of my running so far has been done on the treadmill.  And sadly, unless Glass City decides to move it’s course to running circles around my basement (probably won’t be happening), it’s hard to know if my treadmill running paces will translate appropriately to the outdoors world.  I think in the past 3 weeks, I have managed to run outside twice.  Yes, you read that correctly.  I’m a big baby.

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I tend to use a mantra whenever I train, something that I like to repeat in my head whenever the going gets tough.  My mantra has always been “one mile at a time”, but for this training cycle I can now add another mantra “nothing can be harder than childbirth” 😉 I doubt I’ll be able to find a wristband that says that though.

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In other life things, we’re staying busy.  Well, as busy as you can be when you’re holed up inside your home like hermits.
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Baby J just turned 6 months old, which means I now have 6 months left to plan his first birthday.  And, knowing me, I will wait until the week before to actually plan it.  J’s still a handful, we never know if he’s going through a growth spurt, cutting teeth, still battling a cold, or just really wants to eat diapers and cell phones.  All I know is that we’re dealing with a lot of this.
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Which has made for some pretty special, “let’s reserve this story for our future book about parenthood” or “let’s save this story for when we need to make sure J fully appreciates just how much we love him”.  When your kid’s hanging out in the trunk of the Rav4 in his diaper, with poop stained clothing and wipes everywhere, in 30 degree weather, it does leave you questioning your motives.

What races are you training for?  Do you have any crazy parenting stories that just make you shake your head? Am I the only one that hates winter?


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It’s Been A While

So my last entry was nearly a month ago.  I will entirely blame that upon being a super busy Mommy lately.  Between work, the holidays, a non-sleeping baby, and sleep deprivation of 4 months finally sinking in, writing up my last race report or composing my 4 month update never happened.  Whoops!

Given I have approximately 10 minutes before I have to wake up and feed Baby J, this post will be short…sweet…and to a very brief point.  Not like underwear.

Baby J turned 4 months old as of Nov 21st!  Obviously he’s almost 5 months now, but better late than never right?  Little dude continues to amaze us in how he grown over the past month.  He loves to smile, gurgle his neverending salivary stream, roll all over the place, and jump for days (or until my arms feel like they’re burning with a gigantic blow torch).  That’s why the best gift Baby J could have gotten for an early Christmas gift (to save Mommy and Daddy from a rotator cuff tear) was a jumper.  Little guy jumps and jumps and jumps…usually until he passes out.  Totally cracks me up.

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Not sure why this keeps rotating, but you get the idea. He’s a happy guy.

Also, because I’m cheap, I decided to stage our own version of a Christmas photo shoot to put on our yearly photo card.  These ones didn’t make the cut.  Probably because Mommy has too much fun using PicMonkey.
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We also got to take Baby J to his very first Lights Before Christmas at the Toledo Zoo! It’s one of my favorite holiday events, and I’m hoping it becomes a tradition for us.  Even if our evening ended with a super tired, super cranky baby that had to be taken home early.  Womp womp.

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Baby J was looking for money

As for things on the running front, I ran my yearly Turkey Trot.  I selected the Green Professionals Association Turkey Trot in Green,OH.  The weather was a bit less than ideal, as it snowed through the whole event, but the course never got slick.  Since the race was a while ago, my post-race excitement has died down and I don’t have much else to say besides I ran hard, ran a smart race, and was able to best my previous 5K  PR by a few seconds (21:20).  Not too bad given my lack of formal training recently.  Makes me look forward to what Spring racing will bring!

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Race Recap: Rich Dalessandro Memorial Fall Turkey Trot 5K

Yes, the name may be a mouthful, but this race is definitely a Fall favorite of mine.  Plus, it goes to a great cause (which is one way I have become more selective and picky in the races I choose to support).  The proceeds of this race each year supports leukemia research and benefits area families battling leukemia.

There really is no better sights, sounds, and smells than running in the Fall.  AmIRight?!  I love a course that highlights the beautiful fall foliage and gives out cider and donuts afterwards.  Back on November 1, I headed down to Dalton, OH.  Nestled right on the outskirts of Amish Country, this tiny town provides a nice backdrop for a 5k.  In that, I mean it’s hilly as crap.

The course, while redesigned this year to allow for a more spacious space for registration, awards, food munching, still included its fair share of the original course.  Especially “The Hill”.  Or as I know it, the hill where Eli’s legs come to die.

The weather was a bit frigid and windy.  Something I am definitely not quite used to, but it’s just another sign that YES winter is coming and YES I’m going to complain.  But instead, I broke down and put on my running tights for the first time this fall and broke out the gloves.  The race started on the dot at 9:00 AM and we took off into a slight uphill.

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I may have started myself too far back, as I found myself doing Ye Olde Bob n’ Weave and wasting far too much energy trying to get some space.  So, inevitably I clocked too fast of a first mile for my liking considering it included several hills.

Mile 1: 7:07

The second mile was entirely downhill.  Like seriously.  I have never experienced this, but now I know why people trash their quads during downhill half and full marathons.  I just put things on cruise control and ran super hard.  Obviously this is poor choice because what goes down down down, must come back up at some point in a race.

Mile 2: 6:37 (my fastest mile in a 5K since popping out a bub)

So yes, that 3rd mile kicked my behind.  Because it was uphill.  Into the wind.  And if this were a “I’m going to tell you kids how hard I had it” story, it would include: while running backwards, barefoot, over snow drifts, and with a Yeti chasing me.  But frankly, I have no excuses for why I slowed considerably.  I just did.  I was trying to hang on for dear life and hoping to come in at least close to my last 5K.  Which I achieved.

Final Finish: 22:35
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Told you I looked rough. I look like I’m about to run over that poor child.  I’m a great mother.

One of the fun things about this race is that they award “special awards” to the oldest and youngest finishers, fastest jogging stroller, largest team, and pregnant/up to 1 year post-partum runner.  So I got to double dip and Baby J (because let’s be honest he wins this award for putting me in that category) won his first race award 🙂

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Receiving our fastest post-partum award. Baby J obviously hates paparazzi.

Receiving our super beautiful laser etched wood plaque for 3rd overall.  Baby J is still too good for awards pictures.

Receiving our super beautiful laser etched wood plaque for 3rd overall. Baby J is still too good for awards pictures.