So I’m not at all lean, trucking up that street with my 30+ pounds of pregnancy weight, but for at least half a mile today on my run, I felt just like that – light and fast, and mean! More like – “determined, fighter, hard-core” kind of mean 🙂 I woke up this morning nice and late again (yippee!) – always great for a Saturday morning – to find sunshine!!! It was still pretty windy the whole time, keeping it rather cool, but the sun was glorious 🙂 I had a pretty decent 4 mile run today, punctuated by occasional slow spots to run through discomfort, and the awesome fast parts where I felt like I could fly (if 9 minute miles could be considered flying :)) Those few times of feeling just great really make running at this point so worth it, because there is nothing else going on in my life right now that makes me feel that way. When you deliver a baby, when you finish a race after giving it all you’ve got, performing on stage with crowds on their feet singing and clapping along – all these things bring a sense of euphoria seldom found, and none of them are available to me right now. But when you can find it on a normal, everyday run, it’s even more welcome, because it sneaks up on you, right there in the middle of the humdrum. Oddly enough, it was one of my slower songs on the playlist that got me going today – “The Voice of Truth” by Casting Crowns. Here’s when I picked it up: ‘But the giant’s calling out my name and he laughs at me, reminding me of all the times I’ve tried before and failed. The giant keeps on telling me time and time again “boy, you’ll never win!” You’ll never win”‘
Then the chorus comes in with “But the voice of truth tells me a different story – the voice of truth says ‘Do not be afraid.’ The voice of truth says, ‘This is for my glory.’ Out of all the voices calling out to me, I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth.”
I think this one really motivated me today because I had just read someone’s blog about her mental struggles with her 10 mile run that day. Wow, even at 35 weeks, a song can make me go faster than I think I can. I love music that way 🙂
So the week’s workouts were:
Monday: Walking 5+ miles as quickly as possible around London, with lots of stairs!
Friday: 3.1 mile run at 11:30 pace
Saturday: 4.1 mile run at 11:58 pace
This should hopefully make anyone who’s pregnant and concerned about their weight gain rest easy. Here I am running enough to do my first half marathon at 24 weeks, and to still be doing 5-6 miles at 30 weeks, 4 miles now at 35 weeks (so I don’t run as much as some ladies, but still, quite a bit) and I STILL have put on 30 pounds. I’m not sure of my exact weight, but about a week ago it was hovering around 170, and I started out at 140. The midwives don’t weigh you at your visits here in the UK, so that 140 was just at the intake “you’re pregnant” visit, and the 170 is on my bathroom scale. Either way, this makes me realize that my body knows what to do, and it will put on whatever weight it needs to in order for me to successfully grow this baby and nurse him for as long as he needs. That’s what all the extra fat deposits are on upper arms, in the chest, hips, thighs, etc – stored energy for the long months of nursing ahead! So don’t get down on yourself if you’re putting on more weight than you would like – your body probably has a way that it does pregnancy, and it will continue to operate that way regardless of what you do. That’s not to say that I haven’t been heavier for previous pregnancies when I wasn’t a runner, but, generally speaking, 20-30 pounds seems to be about what I gain. Oh well!
Here’s a picture after today’s run to show you the torture device that is the maternity support belt. Rather an embarrassingly ugly picture of the contraption, but I’m putting it here in case someone wanted to know how it looks when you wear it.
You can see the huge amount of back support, and the smaller band going down around the bottom of the tummy, with that skinny little band on top. I don’t really like that part but use it rather than cutting it off.
So now I want to get on my soapbox for the day – about someone’s comment on another person’s blog I read yesterday. I didn’t want to comment back about it because it’s obviously just that person’s opinion, but I found it annoying, so I wanted to talk about it (especially since it was running through my head as I ran today.) I doubt that the blogger will be reading this, but I am 100% certain the commenter won’t, so I think I won’t offend anyone 🙂 I don’t plan on regularly talking about pregnancy once I’m no longer pregnant, so this is my one chance for this topic to come up 🙂
So to the story – the blogger was posting about how she was feeling at 33 weeks – uncomfortable, hot all the time, knocking things off counters with her belly, etc. She wasn’t complaining about it, per se, but asked others how they felt in their last months, etc. Well I’ll tell you straight up – I don’t like being pregnant at all. I know, I know – there are lots of ladies out there with infertility problems, or who aren’t in a position to be able to have a family and give birth, etc, so obviously I have never walked in their shoes, and they would love being pregnant, but for me, I should still be allowed to say that I don’t like it. I am not one of those people who embraces her pregnant body, feels all glowing and lovely, and can’t wait to be pregnant when I’m not. Even when we had been married 2 1/2 years and I was not pregnant, I wasn’t “looking forward” to the way one feels when pregnant. Since then I’ve had 7 pregnancies and 5 babies (one miscarriage at 16 weeks), and pregnancy and I have made peace, but we’re not friends. I always wonder who these people are who say they “loved being pregnant – don’t you???” I was talking to a friend the other day who said she liked it, and she told me they had struggled with infertility for a while before they were able to conceive. I guess, medically and technically speaking, we were “infertile” as well before our first baby was born. But that is simply ludicrous since we never underwent any sort of infertility regime, and I now am 35 weeks into my 7th pregnancy. So the medical definition of infertility of actively trying to conceive for a year without achieving pregnancy must be wrong, since we’re clearly not infertile.
Anyway, someone commented back to this blogger saying things I won’t quote directly because that might seem rude – but generally things along this vein: I hated it too when I was in my last months, but now I miss it! You’re going to miss it,too! Treasure the time you have together just as a couple because you’ll miss that once the baby comes (ok maybe this one I’ll say is not that far from the truth). I’m finding myself wishing I were still pregnant because I get sad when I see how much my baby has already grown and how it’s happening so fast! [and finally] – you may only be lucky enough to do this a few times in your life, so cherish the times you get to be pregnant!
Okay, so maybe this girl was feeling that way now that she had delivered and was no longer pregnant, but really people – STOP TELLING WOMEN IN THEIR LAST TRIMESTER THAT THEY ARE GOING TO MISS BEING PREGNANT AND THAT THEY SHOULD JUST TRY TO RELAX AND ENJOY IT! I think MOST WOMEN will not be sorry to have the baby on the outside of their body, holding it and loving it in a new way. That kind of encouragement really is not encouraging. Especially because I think the women are few and far between who really do miss being pregnant. Who knows, though, maybe I’m just the weird one?? And as far as being lucky enough to only get to do this a few times – ladies, I have news for you. If you want to be pregnant more often, you’ll probably get that chance if infertility is not a concern for you. You don’t live in China, so there is no one (unless you spouse is adamant) telling you you can’t have more children. Most women limit their pregnancies by choice, so if you’re sad you won’t get to be pregnant again (because you feel like you didn’t cherish the experience enough the other times) well then – you could probably have another child. Despite all the reasons people give for limiting their family size, the truth remains that it’s a choice you’ve made – so you’re not lucky for the few times you get to be pregnant (infertility aside) – you’ve made a decision to only do this a few times. And as a matter of fact, I’m sure that a lot of women make the choice to have a smaller family partially based on how they felt while pregnant – which is to say, not good. Yes, pregnancy is amazing, and it’s truly astonishing what goes on in the 40 weeks while the baby is growing inside of us, but that doesn’t mean that if I say I don’t like the way I feel when I’m pregnant (really – who likes feeling weaker, heavier, limited, apathetic, nauseous, tired – I could go on) that others should tell me I need to readjust my attitude basically and just love it because it will be over soon and I’ll miss it. No, I won’t be missing it. Not at all. Either way, I think the commenter and the blogger were friends, at least it sounded like that when I read it, so maybe you know your own friends well enough to know when you can say stuff like that. Well any of my friends and family reading this – you know me well enough NOT to say anything like that, because you know I will give you a dirty look if you do 🙂