Let’s talk body again! This time, I want to speak on postpartum.
I am 5 days Postpartum.
(9 months pregnant, 1 day postpartum, 5 days postpartum)
As most of you know I have stayed fit through my pregnancy. One of my big goals was to workout until my due date just as long as baby was happy and healthy.
I had to modify things towards the end of course..but I was pretty dang proud of myself for continuing my workout routine.
I must admit. Towards the end I packed on the weight. It was extremely discouraging to me because I was working out pretty hard and getting in workouts 4-5 times a week. I wasn’t eating terrible and the lbs were just packing on quickly.
The last few months I felt as if I was working out for nothing. I felt the weight was coming on uncontrollably and the hard work I was putting in was for nothing.
Let me tell you that all that hard work I put in was not for nothing.
The nurses were so impressed with how fast my body was healing itself. They were impressed at how fast everything was going back to normal. My body was use to working hard and it was prepared to put everything back to the way it was before I was pregnant.
I haven’t stepped on a scale since I gave birth. And honestly I don’t think I want to until my 6 week appointment. I have however taken progress pictures to see how quickly my body has gone down. It’s amazing to me to watch it day by day.
My body has amazed me. And as discouraged as I felt those last few months…I see now that it was not for nothing. It kept me and my baby healthy and I am so thankful for that.
I am impressed at what the female body goes through during pregnancy and then during labor and child birth. It is mind blowing. My body grew a human and my body birthed that human. It went through so much trauma and it bounces back in a way that I couldn’t be more grateful for.
I felt amazing right after birth. I felt strong and empowered and though my body was worn out and tired…it was strong from all the workouts I put in during those 9 months.
I understand that it took 9 months of stretching and weight gain to grow that precious baby and it will take a while for my body to heal and be back to normal. But I am so thankful for the healing it has already done in these last 5 days.
It has helped me have a whole new respect for my body.
It can be discouraging after you have a baby to look in the mirror and no longer recognize the person staring back at you. I get that. I truly do. But remember the amazing process your body just endured. It stretched to no end and it took on growing a BABY. Your body has worked hard 24/7 the last 9 months. And that in itself is impressive.
Respect yourself and take pride in what your body just accomplished. Because it’s amazing. So totally completely amazing.
So, if you are pregnant and fit and are feeling like your workouts mean nothing…don’t be discouraged because it DOES mean something. Your body and baby will thank you for it one day. Even if your not active or fit during pregnancy…don’t get discouraged…your body is working hard. So very hard. Keep that in mind.
Stay determined and trust the process.
Thanks for reading,
Where do I even begin with this one?
So many emotions are filled up inside me right now. Why? Well, it could be that I’m 40 weeks and 2 days pregnant and Caroline is still wiggling around inside my belly…with no end in sight.
I know, I know. Just because 40 weeks has come and passed doesn’t mean a thing.
To me however, it does.
The frustration here is my anxiety. I got so anxious and counted down weekly to my due date. I marked off days and weeks and was so excited for that one day, January 19th.
I mean come on..my first daughter came ON her due date. So this little one must be coming on or around hers too right? Wrong. Maybe in a perfect world in some other universe.
I’m learning something as each day goes by. I am learning I am no longer terrified of birthing this baby. The fear is gone. I am actually more motivated to get it done and over with. I’m more motivated to push through. I’m extremely determined.
I’m so ready to see her. I however don’t want to rush Gods time or hers. I totally understand she will come when she is ready. I know this.
I have accepted my body understands what to do. It has done this before. It knows how to go into labor naturally. I trust it will.
I had my 40 week doctors appointment this past Thursday. I didn’t see my normal midwives. I saw a doctor. She was lovely and so full of life. If I had any doctor birth my daughter I think I would want it to be here. She herself being 34 weeks pregnant. She gets it. Anyways, she offered to schedule me to be induced. For Monday or Tuesday.
It was so tempting. I mean, how awesome would it be to be able to know when she was coming. To have an actual end in sight. A goal day to count down to. I could shower and do my hair and make up before I went in. I could dress cute and feel fabulous entering the hospital. Then…I stopped. Being induced meant an IV. Being induced meant putting medicine inside of my body to force my body into labor. What if Monday or Tuesday my body wasn’t ready for that yet? Getting induced would be against my whole goal of going naturally.
Now look. I’m not saying inducing is bad. I’m not saying if my baby were in danger I wouldn’t induce. I’m saying as long as baby and mom are both happy and healthy. I’m baking this baby until my body and baby are ready to come without the help of modern day medicine.
As tempting as it sounded I am so glad I stopped and took my goals into consideration. I’m glad I didn’t jump the gun and go for it.
I want her here of course. She is worth the wait.
I will continue to count down the days. Or count up the days at this point. To when she comes.
I am strong and determined and will stick by my goals. As frustrating as waiting around is.
Due dates are full of crap. They mean nothing. And my next pregnancy I will be keeping this little fact in my mind from the day they tell me my due date. Babies will come when babies are ready. And they don’t care or know what that date on the calendar means.
So any other mommies out there who are past their due date. Hold tight. Relax. Your body and your baby know exactly what to do.
Thanks for reading,
This is how many days we have left until our due date.
Five more days of waiting.
I personally don’t like having a due date. I guess that’s the anxious side of me speaking. I kind of wish my midwives would say “you’re due around the middle to end of January.” I know having a “due date” is import to make sure you don’t go past a certain week for health reasons. I just know that my poor nerves are becoming shot.
As you all know I’ll be walking down the road of labor and delivery naturally. I would love to sit here and say I have fully prepared myself. That I have read all the books and taken all of the classes.
Honestly, I haven’t done either. In fact, I didn’t even finish reading the Bradley method book I started. I got close…but didn’t quite finish it. I was so stressed about reading and re reading every single word in the book that I forgot my body was designed for this.
I do feel you need to be prepared of course for a med free and natural birth. However, I feel I got what I needed to be prepared. Or as prepared as one can be for this sort of thing.
In the past few weeks I’ve been thinking about birth a lot since it is right around the corner. I’ve been reading birth stories and learning more about different situations during birth.
I’ve become more educated with my own body and exactly how it works(females are amazing y’all).
I’ve been terrified. I am not going to lie. The “what if’s” have been flying through the air and I have been grabbing them and shoving them into my head.
I feel so close to labor my mind has been pressuring my body. Like come on let’s do something. Let’s make a move. Let’s do this.
I’ve even been saying Caroline just isn’t ready. The truth is, Caroline is ready. Her organs are developed, she has run out of room, she practices her breathing(which is one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen), and she has packed on that baby fat. My body is however not ready. If it were, it would be in labor right now.
Being patient and waiting on my body is the hardest part right now. My body isn’t surprised by this pregnancy. My body was designed for this moment and every moment in pregnancy. It knows what it’s doing(thank goodness because I don’t!).
Not only is my body not surprised but neither is God. He knows exactly when Carolines birthday is, what she looks like, and how much hair she is going to have. He knows how long my labor will last and exactly how my birth story will go.
I will rest in that.
And as I slowly mark off another day off the calendar as a day that isn’t Carolines birthday…I will hold onto the fact that I need not worry. Everything will be fine.
As terrifying as the whole thing can be. I know that I can do this. I may not have read all the books and I may not have stepped foot in a birthing class…but that’s okay. I know this is going to be very uncomfortable. I know this is going to be pain with a purpose. I know contractions come and contractions go.
The end goal…the baby. She is worth it. And that is what I hold onto. Holding my baby. One step closer to holding our baby. One more step closer to Allie meeting her sister who she has longed to meet for 9 long months. For getting Matt’s first blood baby here so he can love and adore her. One more step closer to grandparents meeting their grand baby. For her aunts getting to hold her in their arms.
This is all in my mind. And will continue to be. I have a lot of people counting on me to get this baby here. And I will do just that.
Thanks for reading,
Hey y’all! And happy new year to everyone!
I hope everyone had an awesome time ringing in the new year. I actually forgot it was New Year’s Eve and barely made it to 10 o clock. Oopsies!
I am 38 weeks pregnant tomorrow and feeling every single one of those 38 weeks! With the end of this pregnancy nearing I have put into perspective some of my goals for this year. Mostly running related goals.
I’ve decided I am not going to focus solely on losing this baby weight. I have decided to focus on the miles I run and walk this year and put more energy into eating better foods.
I sat down the other night and went over goals for my marathon training. I think it has been long enough since my last that I have forgotten the feeling of my legs falling off after I was done. Ha! Now that I’ve blocked that out…it’s time to plan for my second!
I am planning on starting my training in the spring. The program I’m doing is a very long and take your time kind of program. Something I am going to need after pushing out a tiny human. I needed one that was going to help me to get back into running after 10 weeks of no running miles.
So I picked Hal Higdons 30 week program. I will start in the spring and it should put me to being prepared for my marathon by the fall. I’m excited to take this journey again and this time I will be documenting my running journey.
I’ll be documenting what it is like being a mom to a newborn as well as training with my newborn as well. I know adding a new born into my marathon training mix will be a little bit tricky. But I am totally prepared and ready to take on this challenge. I have a ton of people supporting me(including my amazing husband who now runs with me).
I plan to run numerous 5k’s, 10k’s, a half marathon, and then my full. On top of all that I will be joining in on the Under Armor You vs the year challenge. It is to run 1017km in 2017. It’s going to be tricky to reach that number since I will be starting after I heal from baby. But I will try my best!
I plan to fit into my old clothes again(who knows when that will happen) and I do plan on getting the baby weight off(again, who knows when that will happen).
I’m rolling with the punches here. I have my goals laid out and I really can’t wait to reach them!
But first, lets have a baby!
I can’t wait to update you all on my birthing experience and I can’t wait to share the news that our baby is welcomed into the world! A few more weeks till Dday!
Now, enough of this long post where I rambled on about my running goals. Hehe.
Thanks for reading,