Pregnancy was unquestionably a surprise. Because we weren’t planning on really “trying” until after my race season, having a baby was the last thing on my mind. So when and how did this happen? Well, it just so happens that I took three weeks completely off following the California International Marathon. Not to mention, Justin had a lot of time off over the holidays. Apparently that was enough time for my body to feel as though it could handle the manufacturing of a little human.
Toward the end of December I started ramping up my training again, preparing for Ironman Canada and all of the other races on my schedule. I put in three 12+ hour weeks in a row and felt as though something was off. During my FTP test I was sweating before it even started and my heart rate surpassed my VO2 max heart rate. It was surprising, but I thought nothing of it except for, it’s an FTP test. By the third week I started feeling extra tired and sluggish during my workouts. I was not exerting the effort that normally came somewhat easy, and was napping a lot more after my workouts.
There also came a time when I realized that I was, ahem, late. Not a few weeks late, but a few days late. Normally I can pinpoint that special time of the month (which I so affectionately call Shark Week) to the day, so as soon as that day came and went, I was on high alert. Finally, after struggling through a 2.5hr trainer class and barely being able to finish, I decided it was time to take a pregnancy test. This was on the same day the Seahawks beat Green Bay to win the NFC championship, so it was an extra special day. I took several tests that evening, with Justin by my side, and all came up with the same result… pregnant.
I was literally shaking from the surprise for three days straight. I’m not going to lie – it was EMOTIONAL. Highs, lows, excitement, fear. Every emotion you could possibly imagine rushed in and out as quickly as a racecar zipping by. That’s where the thoughts from my previous post drifted in regarding my race season and the life change we were about to undergo. Looking back, it was completely natural and a good reminder of how important running and triathlon are to me.
My first thought was “I have to tell my mom.” My mom and I are very close and she had been asking (begging) me for a grandbaby for a couple of years now. I knew that this would be the best news I could ever give her and her reaction did not disappoint.
** note to mom: you get a grandbaby, I get this video ☺ **
In the coming weeks we shared the news with a few close friends and everyone was ecstatic. I felt very fortunate to have people there for me as I went through the ups and downs of the first trimester. We also waited to share the news with Justin’s family once we were with them in Hawaii, as it was important for us to tell them in person.
Fast forward a few weeks and we began to share the news with everyone. I had my first appointment with the doctor on Friday and we were able to hear the baby’s heart beat (184bpm) and see an ultrasound of the little future Ironman. Justin and I looked at each other in awe – it was pretty fascinating.
We also decided that we would take advantage of the newer medical technology and do the genetic testing so we could assure that our baby is healthy, and also find out the gender. This of course required a blood draw and as you can tell, I am really not a fan of needles or blood.
Tomorrow I will be at 12 weeks pregnant and my due date is September 15! I’m so glad I survived the hormonal craziness and fatigue of the first trimester and am really looking forward to seeing more bump, getting my energy back, and feeling more “normal” in the second trimester. I think my husband is looking forward to it too. ☺