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Baby on the Run: Week 17
I felt like I was 17 weeks pregnant forever.
For the most part, time is cruising by. But this week felt long, and I feel like I’ve been telling people I’m 17 weeks for a month now.
BABY IS THE SIZE OF A…
pomegranate! It weighs as much as a turnip, which means nothing since I’ve probably never held a turnip. It’s as long as the palm of my hand, and also roughly the size of an onion.
HOW I’M FEELING
Good! During every class I take, this one Orangetheory instructor will look me up and down, look at my pace on the treadmill, and then ask, “It’s getting pretty tough, huh?!” or, “Doesn’t it suck now?!” And I laugh to be polite, but no, I don’t feel terrible. (I feel like…she wants me to complain? There’s a lot to unpack there, which I won’t do here.) Yeah, I’m slowing down. Yeah, my body is growing. But the second trimester is treating me really well. I’m also starting to get used to people telling me to stop running, which came out in full force this week! (Namely from relatives, grandmothers, my old track buddy Alfredo, and people who don’t have children or don’t know me at all. I laugh it off, or let them know that my doctor is all for it.)
WHAT I’M EATING
Nothing memorable this week. I still don’t want salmon, though.
ON THE WORKOUT FRONT
This was a really great week for getting sweaty. I felt awesome at Orangetheory on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, and ran the Superhero Half Marathon on Sunday. I was able to run a little more than three miles during each OTF class (though it’s getting tougher to make it through classes without a pee break), and even got a few quick glimpses of my old paces (6.5 base, 8–8.5 push, and 9–10 on the all-outs, which isn’t all that far off from where I used to be). I feel weaker on the floor; pre-pregnancy, my coaches were encouraging me to use 20-lb. weights for bicep curls (instead of the 15s I adore), and it was tough, but I was doing it. Now, the 10s are my sweet spot. (I’m also not currently trying to get stronger. My midwife encouraged me to go a bit lighter with the weights, reminding me that now is the time to stay fit, not attempt to get more fit).
On Thursday, we ran a timed mile at Orangetheory. When I didn’t know I was a few weeks pregnant, I very proudly ran the mile in 6:26! Last week, I ran it in 7:32, and I felt comfortable the whole time. I’m proud of that!
After the half on Sunday, I was tired, but functioning. To be honest, I didn’t run all that hard. I took a lot of walk breaks, and when I ran, I ran at a really comfortable pace. I was mostly tired from being on my feet for a while. I was a little sore on Monday, but overall felt good.
WHAT I’M WEARING
An old Athleta dress (it’s not a maternity dress, it’s just really stretchy), basically every night. In the morning, my stomach is flat-ish. By nighttime, it’s a very pregnant-looking stomach. And on Sunday, after the half, it was huge. (Is this science? Why did my stomach get so big after I ran? Is it because the baby was stretching out in there?! My mom says the baby was trying to get out because it’s sick of me bopping around all the time and just wants to chill. I think she was kidding.) Brian and I went to the New York Baby Show Sunday afternoon, and as we walked there, so many people on the street would look at my stomach and smile at me! And Brian reaffirmed that I “definitely looked pregnant” that day. (And one of my Orangetheory friends told me I am looking “voluptuous!”)
I also ordered a few maternity dresses, and some bigger sports bras. (Plus a few cute baby things!)
WHAT I’M READING
The best emails ever from my friends Sarah and Nari, which are filled with all their baby-related product recommendations, from strollers and sheet sets to postpartum underwear. Both are so thorough, so well-researched, and so helpful. The emails also includes input from their fellow formerly pregnant friends. Brian and I still have loads of decisions to make (Do I want a glider with an ottoman, or a more basic rocking chair that reclines? Is a Pack ‘n Play really necessary? Is the UPPAbaby Vista really a must-have, or will the slightly smaller Cruz do the job just fine? What’s the most comfortable / least fussy baby-wearing option?), but I feel much more at ease with all this intel to get us started.
HOW I’M SLEEPING
Meh. Brian got a bunch of new pillows, which are lovely, and I’ve retired the pregnancy pillow for a little while. Instead, I make a nightly body fort made of all six pillows on the bed. I build it before Brian comes to bed, and then when he gets to bed, he tries to wake me up and ask if he can please have some pillows, and I pretend I’m sound asleep and refuse to give them up. I’M SUCH A GOOD WIFE, WOW.
WHAT I’M WONDERING
If Ellie knows what’s up. Just kidding, I know she knows what’s up. On Sunday night, Ellie walked over to me, poked her head into my belly, hit it (gently) with her paw, and then brought me a ball, dropped it, and stared at my stomach. SHE BROUGHT THE BALL TO HER LITTLE SIBLING. Don’t laugh or tell me I’m wrong. She knows. And she’s ready for a playmate!
I also felt lots of movement on Sunday when I was trying to nap. Not kicks or anything dramatic (and nothing Brian could feel yet), but so cool to feel something dancing in there!
As for names, we haven’t discussed it a ton, but there are two female names Brian and I both love and are pretty set on. That was easy. Boy names, not a clue. I had two that I liked, but now I don’t like them anymore. Tyler and Abby (my nephew and niece) FaceTime us all the time asking to see the baby, which is so cute, and they always have name suggestions. Tyler like Scarlett for a girl and Benjamin for a boy. Abby likes Mawness. I don’t know what that is or if it’s a female name or a male name. I have no idea. But over and over, she says to name “her baby” (that’s what she calls it, and she keeps telling her teachers at school that she’s having a baby) Mawness. (If we can’t settle on a good boy name, maybe we’ll go with Mawness after all. It’s growing on me!)
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