So instead of training for the 2011 Games and becoming a supreme badass, it turns out that I’m going to be growing a baby in my belly! Yay! Bill and I found out the Sunday after Fight Gone Bad (9/26) that we are pregnant. As of today, I am starting my 8th week, and I’m feeling great. Among the thousands of other projects that I have created for myself including writing a cookbook, I thought I’d someday like to string together a little book about my CrossFit experience during my pregnancy. I can’t imagine a better place to capture the information than right here on my blog.
Let’s start with some stats. My current weight is 139.4lbs, and my belly button is measuring 30.5 inches. Not too shabby! My appetite has been normal, and I haven’t had any morning sickness. (knocks on wood) The only real pregnancy issue I’m having is super sore boobs. I’m talking, twice the size as normal, lookout Victoria Secret, mongo boobs. (well, to me at least) We are in a strict look-but-don’t-touch zone right now. Ow. I wore two bras during my workout today.
My diet has been strict paleo since finding out about the little CrossFitter growing in my belly. No grains, sugar, dairy or alcohol at all for me, and I plan on keeping it that way. I am taking a prenatal vitamin made by New Chapter Organics, and it’s called “perfect pregnancy”. I mean…..need I say more? It threw me off for a few days because it contains a probiotic. Yeesh, that made for scary bathrooms. I take three of these bad boys a day, if I can remember, and I’m also trying to choke down 1-3 tsp of fish oil a day. Bill just announced over dinner that I need 4,000 IU’s of vitamin D from now until eternity so that the baby gets enough of the good stuff. Hooray for lots of supplements.
Working out has been normal for me. I did Grace Rx’d on Monday, and today knocked out a little running, handstand push-ups and pull-ups. It feels like I can’t breathe as deep as I used to be able to….maybe it’s all in my head.
Since we are in the world of no health insurance, I think we are going the route of a midwife, and a home birth. Crazy, isn’t it? You see, the problem is, there’s really nothing NATURAL about delivering your baby in a hospital. You’re constantly being poked, prodded and made to feel like some kind of experiment. My preference is that I get to truly experience birth for what it is. With my first child, I delivered in the hospital, but with zero drugs. It was essentially as natural of a childbirth as you’ll get inside a hospital. My biggest fear is being stuck to an IV with a Pitocin drip in my arm forcing my baby to come when it’s “convenient” for the doctor.
Now that you think I’m crazy…..well, I suppose I am.