Lie #1: I was told that I would totally be able to continue any sort of exercise that I did pre-pregnancy. They really had me on this one. Not only did I think I'd still be running an 8:30 marathon pace right up until 9 months and 1 day, but I also thought that I'd still be doing FitCamp a couple of times a week, and lifting weights with my trainer like it's nobodies business. Lies. Lies. Lies.
Let's start with running (because, as much as I like Trainer Rick, I'd take a nice easy run any day over getting my rear end handed to me by TR.) At any rate, running, well, it pretty much no longer exists in my little corner of the world. I have been able to consistently maintain a heart rate in the range of 150-160 (doctors orders) by running....well...walking...a 14:30 pace. Seriously. If I'm at the track or in a race (and yes, I'll keep showing up until someone physically makes me stop), I'll go for a run 1 minute and walk 1 minute ratio but for the remaining 5 or 6 days a week, it's walking only. I hear it gets better in the 2nd trimester (2 weeks to go before I'm there) but then I also heard THAT I'D BE ABLE TO RUN THE ENTIRE TIME I WAS PREGNANT.
FitCamp...haha...that one is just a joke. My blood pressure is consistently low...in other words, I'm consistently faint feeling. So, doing anything that requires me to hold my arms even remotely close to my head - ie, increasing my heart rate - is a no go in my little corner of this joyful world.
I've still been hitting the weights with TR at least once a week...but my my, how humbling it is to do tricep dips with a 4 lb dumbbell...humbling moments at it's finest. And to top it off, I'm not able to make an entire hour without feeling completely worthless so beginning next week, we'll be downgrading my training sessions from 1 hour a week to two 30 minute sessions per week. Soon, I'll be wearing a diaper and driving a scooter into TR's studio too....
Lie #2: This one...this takes the cake...the biggest lie I've been told thus far: that I would not even notice the slight weight gain for months, that because I'm already "small" I'll sail through this without even noticing the weight until at least month 7. Why did people tell me this? I cursed everyone of them last weekend while I was in Kohl's trying to decide if I should buy "normal" new clothes that are a bigger size or should I forfeit all semblance of humility and buy pants with elastic waistbands. You see, what NO ONE told me was that when you gain a mere 3 or 4 pounds AND your current wardrobe all fits you, like, oh, I don't know...PERFECTLY...well, that 3 pounds all of a sudden makes said wardrobe not so perfect anymore. Like not-being-able-to-button-my-pants-not-so-perfect. Oh, and my button up tops (of which I own a ton)...yeah, those don't fit at all...unless of course, everyone in this world doesn't mind getting flashed.
Wait, I mind flashing everyone.
So, there you have it. I ended up finding a pair of capris and a pair of shorts that have elastic on the inside - sortof like those kid's shorts with the expandable waists. I feel like a dork, but my comfort in the clothing department (and the desire to not get arrested for indecent exposure), made elastic a necessity.
I thought I had another lie...that I'd have these weird food cravings all the time. Until last night, I hadn't had a single desire for anything weird or out of the ordinary. Until last night that is....I finally had an overwhelming desire for boxed macaroni and cheese. BOXED MACARONI AND CHEESE. I'm pretty certain that I haven't had that in over 10 years. But, last night at the grocery store, I had an overwhelming urge for a blue box of goodness. Unfortunately, I'm sortof a health freak so even venturing outside of either the organic food aisle, or the perimeter of the grocery store (the fruits, vegetables, meat, dairy, and bread) to those inner aisles of Kroger...the place where processed, trans-fats laden, and generally all around terrible food lie...well, it just scared me. So, I did the next best thing. I bought a box of organic, low sodium, whole grain noonies and cheese (what my sister and I used to call it when we were kids). And then I came home to make a homemade broccoli and turkey quiche. You see how this pregnant brain works, huh? About 30 minutes into baking the quiche I realized that I had made a double batch and it would be another 30 minutes before the quiche would be done. And it was already 9:30. It was probably the only time in my life that I will utter the words "thank goodness I bought that boxed mac and cheese."
I was sortof grossed out to mix that powdered cheese with a little organic skim milk...but anything for this baby, right? All in all, I actually enjoyed it. I envisioned myself eating the whole box and not feeling guilty about it, but halfway through the bowl, Troy had to take over and finish it off for me. I'm not sure that my craving was quenched because as I type this, I'm wondering if taking a bowl of noonies and cheese to the jazz festival party tonight would be okay? Probably not, but it would just mean more for me.
Where was I? How did I get so off track about macaroni and cheese?
So, there you have it...10 weeks into this thing and I've already been lied to TWICE! What's next? That labor isn't going to hurt? That my legs won't turn into cankles? That I won't be making rest room pit stops 47 times a day for the next 30 weeks?
Well, enough stewing for one day...I'm off to the 3rd Annual Jazz Under the Stars where my husband will get to enjoy wine and cocktails, and I'll determine how many people I need to give a ride home! :)
(and oh, all of this - every single bit of it - including missing out on Monika's Hurricanes at her belated Mardi Gras party - yeah, it's all totally worth it)
Have a great weekend!