When you know, you know.
As I mentioned earlier, by week 12, I was beginning to finally feel more like myself again, not only physically with being able to stomach foods like salad and vegetables, but the "fog" and sadness I talked a lot about in my last post was slowly subsiding. I have never dealt with depression, so that was all new territory for me. The surging hormones really did a number on my mental well-being, and I was just so happy to be feeling more upbeat.
The second trimester is known for being the easiest of the 3, with increased energy and less physical discomforts than the first and third. I would say this was definitely true for me! Weeks 12-26 were a breeze. I've never been pregnant before this, but I can say there was a stark contrast between the first trimester and the second. Man. Growing a baby is the real deal! It will humble you and knock you on your face so fast, and it has in many ways. I truly feel like a different person than I was 9 months ago.
At the beginning of this trimester, I was still experimenting with what is "too much" in terms of intensity with running. To go from giving everything you have in a workout, to being super cautious in order to keep baby safe was difficult for me. Of course, the baby's health is wayyy more important than a silly workout, but at times it was still frustrating to have to turn that competitive/adrenaline-rush-junkie switch off. Remembering to slow down (in life in general) and enjoy the process was a constant battle for me. That comes easier for some women, I know. Jen is a great example of having a healthy mindset while pregnant and running. Talking, reading, and listening to others who've done this before really helped me to take a deep breath and relax.
I "raced" a bit during this time, too, which was fun. I was starting to understand what so many women had told me when they said, "You'll just know" when too much is too much. I was so frustrated when I'd hear that in the beginning, but ultimately, it's true. You know your body better than anyone, and as a mom, you're going to do what's best for your baby. I was finally getting to a place, with running in particular, where I felt I had a good handle on what training would look like for me, and when too much was too much. There would be a day when I'd hobble home after a run, totally sore in all areas of my hips/pelvis from pushing too hard. Of course, the baby isn't affected by sore muscles necessarily, but obviously I did too much, so the next workout, I'd know to reign it in.
For our anniversary, Jon surprised me with a trip out west to Sedona, Arizona! It was an amazing weekend away, and once again, a good reminder that these 9 months are meant to be enjoyed. I am such a go-go-go type person, so learning to slow down and be present has been a much-needed skill I've been forced to adopt. Being in Sedona among the beauty, and even doing a relaxing yoga class taking it all in was a perfect representation of this time.
As I approached 25 weeks and onward, things shifted very quickly from "OMG I'm in a groove and running while pregnant isn't too bad!" to "Wow, I literally feel like my hips are 90 years old, and where did all this abdominal pressure and round ligament pain come from?" Things got uncomfortable practically overnight.
My last hard-ish runs would be at 28 weeks. On Saturday I ran the last leg of a relay, and on Sunday I paced my friend, Beth, for the middle 6 miles of her marathon (which she got 2nd place in, by the way!) How did I know I'd be hanging up my running shoes for a while after that weekend? As much as I hated hearing these words from other people, "I just knew." :)
This is part 3 of 4 of my running/pregnancy/life catch up I’m doing on the blog.