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I’ve been slowly getting back into the swing of exercising now that my energy is mostly back, and I’m not dealing with all day everyday nausea. To be honest, it’s been a bit of a struggle, between the traveling for Blogfest and my parents house and beyond (literally, I’m kind of a nomad this month) and also trying to figure out how I want to approach the whole prenatal exercise business.
Part of me thinks all the advice and recommendations—specifically, about not doing hot yoga or twists or running or anything intense—is total BS, if you’re someone whose body is accustomed to doing those kinds of activities.
The other part of me recognizes that my body does feel very different these days and that I don’t want to put the baby at risk, especially since I made it past that horrible first trimester, and dammit, I can’t fail now.
So I’ve been experimenting, and trying to regain my fitness without jeopardizing my or my baby’s health. I’m trying out a few things, namely, ‘normal yoga.’
I’m typically a power vinyasa kind of girl—anything that doesn’t get me moving pretty quickly, sweating pretty intensely, or my heart rate up I usually find torturous, even boring. (Please don’t smite me for saying so, yoga gurus).
I’ve taken a few classes that old me would find far too vanilla for her taste. She probably wouldn’t even consider them real ‘exercise.’ Now, they’re kind of tough. Humbling, even.
I’m really interested in taking prenatal yoga, mostly to meet people and also to make sure I’m doing any modifications right. I’m in Lake Tahoe for the next few weeks, and since there seems to be a dramatic shortage of prenatal yoga classes, I’ve also started doing prenatal yoga online. I found a ton of good ones on Grokker, and I’ve been doing them lakeside, early in the morning. I just set up my phone on my handy tripod and get my yoga on while everything is still quiet and serene.
I admit I had a healthy skepticism of prenatal yoga before actually doing it. I (wrongly) assumed it was just dumbed down yoga; that you’d be treated like a fragile creature that’s about to break. I had visions of classes that consisted of nothing but wide-kneed child’s pose and some gentle breathing. But the videos I’ve tried so far have been so much better than that.
They’re not super sweaty workouts, but they are a perfect way to start the day, and are helping me to figure out how to use this shape-shifting body of mine in a way that feels right.
Even if you’re not pregnant, there are ten million videos on Grokker I’m dying to try once I’m feeling a little stronger, from HIIT to sports conditioning and vinyasa flow classes.
Today’s prompt for the Lorna Jane Instagram challenge:
This one is kind of a ‘duh’ one for me: it’s of course the baby I’m trying to grow into a healthy human being. In some ways it’s really invigorating to have something more than myself to think about or to be motivated by.
Though I will admit vanity is a powerful motivator, and one I’m never ashamed to admit. 😉
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I just got back from our annual conference, Blogfest, and have a ton of things on my mind, some pregnancy related, some not.
We had an amazing weekend at the conference, and I must say, traveling during second trimester is much, much easier than during the first. I’m so grateful to my team—Jamie, Dapinder, Liz, here’s looking at you—for taking such good care of me this weekend and doing all the heavy lifting.
I was literally the “sit here and watch the stuff while your team members carry heavy furniture and boxes, and then feed you” girl this weekend.
Post conference, things have been a little… funky. Recovering from the conference has taken a slightly different road than usual, and not just because I’m knocked up. (tl;dr: less sleeping, more eating than usual).
ANYWAY. I’ll be back with more about all that once I have a chance to process and articulate my thoughts. Here’s what’s happening in pregnancy land.
I am hungry every couple of hours. Debilitatingly hungry. Panicky, can’t think straight hungry. So I’m eating 5-6 meals every day. And it’s pretty fun.
Now, before you get all up in arms about how I shouldn’t really be eating for two, here’s what my midwife told me, and I quote:
Don’t worry about calories or weight gain. Just eat when you’re hungry, and eat smaller meals often, so your blood sugar stays more consistent.
Possibly the best thing a care provider—or any human, for that matter—has ever said to me.
I’m all about the hard boiled eggs, the avocado, the yogurt, and the breakfast burrito these days. Siggi’s yogurt, specifically. High fat proteins are where it’s at.
I also had this weird holdover craving from first trimester: Mongolian barbecue. Greasy pan-asian noodles just sounded so.darn.good, but I couldn’t find any close to me in Austin, so as soon as I arrived at my parents’ house, I recruited a willing lunch companion: my dad.
I suspected that Mongolian Barbecue was not going to be as delicious as I remembered (I think the last time I had it was in high school?!) but rest assured, it was just as salty and greasy and carb-y and perfect as I had hoped. It didn’t even matter that I’m not nauseous anymore; it just tasted good.
Mostly feeling good! I’ve had a few nauseous moments but nothing to write home about. I get out of breath at embarrassing moments, like walking up the stairs or hustling between sessions at the conference last weekend.
I also find that my energy gets zapped more quickly, especially in group settings. I’m an introvert by nature and my people-time energy seems to have lost some of its staying power.
The biggest symptom I’ve noticed (besides the uncomfortable pressure along my waistband) are MSG headaches. I’ve never had an issue with MSG; quite the opposite, really. I love nacho cheese doritos and basically anything doused in the salty good stuff. I even own a shaker of MSG, which my husband and I used to put on mac’n’cheese and other yummy things that of course we would never eat because I’m in the fitness industry.
Unfortunately, my love affair with the much maligned additive seems to be over. I had some less-than-amazing takeout a few weeks ago (see: greasy noodle cravings) and had a crushing headache for the next two days. That delicious bowl of noodles I slurped down unfortunately seemed to incite the same pressure in my temple… so I’m going to try to stay away from MSG (sob) and see if the headaches do, too.
So, now that you’re judging me for devouring that Mongolian barbecue and confessing my love of MSG, let me share the first moment of actual judgment I’ve experienced since becoming a vessel for another life.
I made some offhand comment to an acquaintance about how I was eating fairly healthy now, but I ate only potato chips in my first trimester because I couldn’t keep anything else down. (Which, as you know, is partly true and also partly not true; I also ate a lot of bagels).
The look on her face was the most judgey, withering scorn I have seen in a long time.
It was irritating, to say the least, but I also felt completely at ease walking away from that conversation and not letting her reaction bother me. I own the fact that my first trimester was all about getting through it, any way I could.
Go away, judgers. Ain’t no room for you here.