Last we left off, I think I had told you all that I had gotten my period and we were starting the next round of Clomid, and all of that was true. As it is no secret, we have been trying to get pregnant for the past few months and it was clear that we or rather I was having some issues in that department and thus had been working with a wonderful Reproductive Endocrinologist.
#I have a dream of fews last night we will .. full#
So I am thinking full story time is in order. I am so happy I can finally share with all of you. Thank you all so so much for your well wishes. Makes sense, right? I am just not sure he will go for it. I am 100% convinced this is due to the Cape air and about 99% convinced I should present this evidence to my boss on why I should be allowed to work from home e.g., the Cape, for the remainder of my pregnancy in order to be the most efficient possible. NORMAL! For two whole blissful days, I have felt like my old self motivation, smiles, no nausea and all. otherwise I have no interest.īut since coming to the Cape this weekend, something magical has happened, I have actually felt. Anyway, feeling sick 24/7 has left me fatigued, with no motivation, and no time for blogging. Do not get me wrong, I am over-the-moon grateful to be pregnant and would not change it for the world, but am I crazy sick? You bet! But if you have to be sick for 9 weeks straight, this is the best reason to be sick for so long, so I will take it. To sum it up, think of a stereotypical pregnant woman (not the happy go lucky kind) and you will have a picture of what pregnancy has been for me since Week 5/6-ish. It is probably no secret that the last few weeks have not been so easy for me. Wubby's first ice-cream, eaten in record time I know that there will be more times for fast running and marathons and races, but for right now I will enjoy this Type B running and go with the flow! And sometimes I miss the marathon maniac person I was this Fall and can hardly recognize myself. Sometimes I am scared of running because it is harder and more difficult than ever before. Sometimes I miss my old running but I know this new way of running is not permanent but a change that probably will continue to evolve overtime. And then that's that and I move on with my day.Ĭan I tell you I am always so "zen" about running? No. If I feel like I can push another mile just a little faster, I go for it. I don't necessarily set off with a set plan or distance, I just go and see how it feels, if I need to stop 15 minutes in and give in, I do. If I wake up and I feel I need and want and can actually run, I do.
So for now, I do not have a plan, I do not have control. Now that I am here, I am sort of enjoying the other side of things - the stress free, Garmin less running. I think my body had been telling me for months it was ready for a break from running and I just fought it tooth and nail. and even absolutely necessary to slow down and listen to your body. So I guess this little guy or gal inside of me has taught me a valuable lesson (I am sure the first of many), sometimes it is O.K. Ah the power of french toast).Īnd, even more of a shocker, for the most part I did not even miss the crazy running. I could go out running or I could go out for french toast (in the end I ate french toast then went running and was actually at my fastest. First trimester pregnancy hit me with a bang and with it came lack of motivation, energy and major sickness all of which made running like a crazy woman at all hours, distances, and speeds one of the least desirable activities possible. Since then, the let go spiraled and continued full force.
Interestingly enough, I began letting go the week before I learned that I was indeed pregnant for the past 5ish weeks.
Even after the doctor gave me a stern once over and I stopped running so hard, my mind was not so good at loving this new kind of running and it was extremely difficult to grasp the loss of my Type A runnerself.īut then something miraculous happened, I got pregnant and began to let go. And I had not yet given up on the idea of a March or May half marathon. In mid-February, I was taking Clomid and may or may not have gone out on a 13 mile run even though I knew that was a little overboard. I know I may have told you all that I was ok with that, but I was lying to you and myself. In the past five months or so that has had to change.
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