Before I took off on this adventure into creating a human, I had always thought that I could and should be the ultimate healthy pregnant woman. I had the knowledge, I had the skills. I would eat load of fruits and vegetables, avoid sweets, caffeine, and anything remotely processed to give my little one the best start possible.
What could stop me?
Hormones, apparently. Now,\
it's not like I've been UNHEALTHY but I have certainly not been my ideal. In my first trimester, vegetables, especially cooked vegetables, sounded revolting. The smell of them cooking was even worse. I did not want to eat anything that I prepared myself, often leaving me to cook foods for the blog and my hubby, then have cereal instead. Odd? Um, yeah. What exactly is the purpose of that pregnancy mechanism? Avoiding foods that you put time and love into and know the exact composure of? It's unexplained but very real.
But I didn't have morning sickness. I'm thanking genetics for that one.
I know that I need a little bit more protein during pregnancy. After analyzing my diet for a few days I realized that I was not getting enough (must have been all that cereal). So, my mostly-vegetarian self tried to eat a bit more meat in my second trimester. And I have failed at that as well. Most days it grosses me out. But at least now I want to eat vegetables! If it wasn't for ultrasound confirmation I would be sure that this little one was without kidneys, or some other vital organ.
I also imagined that I would be the pregnant woman who ran through her entire pregnancy. Why not? I know people who have done it no problem. I can handle it. I'm strong. So I signed up for a half marathon that would occur right around my 6 month mark (this weekend) to keep me on track.
Bologna (hmmm, actually that sounds good right now).
My friends and I ran 10 miles two weeks ago (only a couple miles further than my typical) in preparation, and they kindly walked with me every now and then. Piece of cake. Uh huh. Until that evening when my pelvic ligaments decided to teach me a lesson. And now I'm flying to San Diego to walk this half marathon.
So what's a girl to do? What's my advice to you during pregnancy?
Listen to your body, take your prenatal vitamins, and hope for the best. And don't beat yourself up. Your babe will be fine.
My plan is to make up ground in the breastfeeding after party.