I promise this will not become an all-baby-all-the-time blog. But, I will talk about our baby because, let’s be honest, this is the biggest thing EVER to happen to us. And a “life blog” is nothing if it doesn’t include all aspects of life.
I’m still training for a half marathon and a 25k in April and May, respectively. Running pregnant in the first trimester is different, if only because I’m SO TIRED ALL THE TIME. I think I could sleep away the day and not even care. I come home from work, take a nap, wake up, go to the gym (or for a run), come back home, shower, go back to sleep, wake up when Mr. B gets home, go back to sleep, wake up, lather, rinse, repeat.
My running pace has dropped significantly. And I’m trying hard not to let it get to me, so I’ve stopped tracking time and am solely looking at getting in my miles. These races aren’t to be PRs. They’re to be wonderful, healthy experiences for me and Pickle to enjoy together.
I have not had morning sickness at all. I’ve felt pretty good, save a few days of a wonky stomach (that soda crackers and Vernors seemed to keep under pretty good control). And two vomiting incidents that I’m pretty sure have more to do with the food I’d just consumed than my little stowaway. I’m lucky, I know.
No weird cravings yet. Except that I can’t get enough watermelon. YUMMY! By the way, have you ever tried to find a good watermelon in Michigan in the winter? Yeah, not easy.
The lack of morning sickness and cravings and, really, any other pregnancy “symptom” (the tiredness could just as easily be blamed on the season), I’ve had some issues with truly believing that this amazing gift is for real. You’ll have to ask Mr. B how many pregnancy tests I’ve taken. Hint: It’s more than 10. So hearing the heartbeat this morning? HUGE for me. And knowing, really KNOWING, that all of this is true? Makes me grin so big I look ridiculous. And, because I am how I am, it makes me cry so many giant happy tears.
Keeping this secret from all of you has been, perhaps, one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. You all have been with me through so much. Ups and downs, ins and outs. You know my story, and you’re part of it. I am so glad you get to be part of this chapter now, too.
There’s more to say. Lots more, in fact. But it’ll wait for another day. I need a nap.
Thank you all for the outpouring love and support and encouragement. You are all wonderful.