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A year

A year ago today, I found out I was pregnant. I thought that this year would go drastically different than it turned out to, but I suppose nothing I really plan for happens.

Ironically enough, I’m in the two week wait period of my cycle. I have two more days before my period is supposed to start. Right now, I don’t feel like I’m pregnant or I’m not pregnant. I suppose I stopped really focusing on that sort of thing awhile ago.

What I am feeling is grossly overweight. I probably put on the pregnancy weight without actually going through the whole pregnancy. I am just now beginning to climb out of that particular fog, but it’s not pleasant. I went to the gym on Wednesday, and running was harder than it’s been in years. I know the cure to that is just more running, but I’m not looking forward to this at all. On the bright side, I bought a bike and am looking forward to using it for quick trips around the neighborhood. There’s a yoga studio not far from my house that I like, and it’s a lot easier to bike than drive due to minimal parking. I’m hopeful that a bike will help me get moving again.

There’s a better than good chance that I might actually be pregnant. I’m on Clomid again. Graham has also done some things in the last few months that have risen some of his levels. We certainly took care of the act of baby making in the period of time we’re supposed to. If I am pregnant, my due date is right at New Years, and the schedule is almost exactly what it would have been last year. We’ll see. Part of me is optimistic, but part of me is terrified of hoping for too much.


I ran today.

It’s been awhile since I’ve done this in Houston, though I ran at the ranch over the Thanksgiving break. I went down to the bayou and I checked out the new pedestrian bridges. They are building a really nice place for runners, and for me to get there isn’t a really big deal. It’s about a mile to the bayou from my house, and I ran about a mile on the trails there before coming back. It was about three miles, and while I ran more than I walked, I walked a good bit. This is what I ran: http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=6183695

It was hard, and it hurt, and I wanted to give up a few times, but I kept on going, even if it was just walking.

I downloaded all of the data from my heart rate monitor today, and 2013 was a sad year in terms of activity. I don’t think I worked out more than three or four times a month the whole year. I had tons of excuses. My knee bothered me at first. Then I was pregnant. Then I wasn’t pregnant.

Weirdly, or maybe not, I probably took the best care of myself last year when I was pregnant. I paid super attention to what I ate. I exercised regularly. I drank lots of water. I paid super attention to my diet.

After the miscarriage, I think I gave up. If there was any major fall out from the miscarriage, it was that I lost all motivation to keep myself healthy. I sort of went into a lazy daze that I think I’m finally emerging from.

I have a doctor’s appointment next week. I want to see if there’s anything wrong with me in terms of getting pregnant. I have had some weird cycles, and I am just a little concerned that maybe it’s getting harder and harder. Graham saw a doctor a few months ago, and he’s having some things worked on in terms of his own health. I need to start paying attention to mine again.

A Special Announcement

Graham and I told Mama and Papa today.

I was talking to them yesterday, and I realized that I nearly slipped about half way through the conversation.  I realized that there was no way that I’d be able to keep this from them for much longer.

So when Graham called me while I was at lunch with them to tell me that the tee shirt for Papa arrived today, I knew that we should go ahead and do it.  I told him to bring both shirts and come over to the restaurant.

About ten minutes later, he was there.

We gave the bag with the shirts to papa, and I explained that it was sort of a mother’s day present, but also sort of a birthday present for papa, but really, it was a Christmas present.  They looked confused. Papa pulled out the big shirt first and looked at it. Then he pulled out the onesie and looked dumbly at it.

Mama burst into tears.  Papa looked dumbly at her.  “What is it?”

Mama said, “It’s for a baby!” Papa’s jaw literally dropped.

I grinned at both of them, and mama looked overjoyed. Papa looked confused.  I told them I  was due in December, around Christmas time. They still looked shocked, and it took a few minutes for the fact that I’m pregnant to sink in.  Papa was sort of quiet. Mama had questions. We told them that they had to start thinking about what they wanted to be called by the baby.  Mama, ever the practical one, started brainstorming on various pieces of furniture to bring to us.  Papa asked health related questions.

Papa asked me to forgive him in advance for all of the stuff he’s going to say between now and when the baby comes. He confessed that he’ll be a nervous wreck.

After the shock wore off, it was a lovely lunch, and everyone was just so very, very happy.

I went back to work to find a little spotting, but it’s brown which means it’s old blood. And the nurse from my doctor’s office got back to me saying that I shouldn’t worry unless there’s lots of cramping or lots of blood. There’s neither, but I seem to always have to pee.

I called Jose to tell him. He answered with “Is this important? I have a lot of people coming over. Can I call you back?” I said, sure, I just called to tell you I’m pregnant. He gasped, didn’t know what to say, stammered for a second about well, yeah, that is important, and then his guests showed up.  I promised to call later.

Nausea hit me hard today. I didn’t throw up, but I definitely wasn’t feeling good. It was touch and go for awhile, so I just kept on drinking water.  Seemed to help.

Over the course of the day, Graham told each of his siblings, and we called Jan together when I got home.  She was overjoyed.  Later, we talked to Bill and Kathy, and they were surprised and happy.  I think this baby is going to be very well received.

I have an acupuncture session in the morning. I’m sure that I’ll feel pretty good afterwards. I’m really looking forward to it.



Today I woke up, got dressed and ran this route: http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=5216347

I haven’t run that far in five years, and I feel pretty good about it.  The first three miles were pretty wonderful. I never really felt tired and I never felt the need to stop.  I got confused on the route, since parts of it were under construction, in the third mile, but I was able to get back and run again.

My ipod thinks that I run faster than I do. I suspect my gait is shorter than it thinks it is.  I ended up running about a mile less than it thinks I ran, but I’m ok with that. It makes me think that I’m doing very well, and that’s what I need to do right now. When I’m much, much better, I’ll recalibrate the ipod.

I finished my barre bootcamp on Friday, and it was a success. I fit into jeans I haven’t been able to wear in four years, and I feel just better in general about my state of health. I ache, but it’s a good ache.  I am flexible and strong and feel much more like myself.

A running post

So I was hoping to have sub-blogs under all the pages, but I guess I can’t do that without a lot of coding, so instead, I’m just going to update here.

I’m hoping to run this route tomorrow: http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=5187661  It’s longer than I’ve run in the past few months, but I think I need to do it if I’m going to continue with the half-marathon goal.  It’s going to be hard, and it’s going to be one of those things where I’m disappointed with my time, but it’s also important for me to do. I ran a little over half of it last week with no ill effect, and I know that I can complete it, if not in a good time.

I started a barre class this morning that was quite challenging.  There will be fourteen of them in the next month, and I’m hopeful that it will help with my core strength for the running. I have my regular spin classes as well, though I’m missing tomorrow because I have to go to an event with Graham. I’ll hopefully make it up on Thursday morning.