Cut me some slack here, I’m pregnant =P
Only 8 more weeks ’til she’s full-term 🙂
I hope everyone had a safe and wonderful Labor Day!
Before I ever got pregnant, I always imagined I’d be in the best shape of my life, would eat healthy, and go to prenatal yoga at least twice a week.
And now that I’m actually in those shoes? Welllll… my stamina sucks. I could barely “jog” a mile pre-preg, and I’ve done the prenatal yoga DVD 4 1/2 times now. I will give myself credit and say the only fast food I’ve had is Chick-fil-a (sorry for all you northerners who aren’t fortunate enough to experience this sweet, sweet heavenly fast food). To me, CFA is like the upscale dining of fast food. I will pat myself on the back and say that I haven’t had any Mickey D’s. Really the only time I’ve indulged in the infamous nugs anyway was in college at 2am after the bars; which, if you knew me in real life, you’d know that only ever really happened a handful of times, seeing as I’m the Queen of Homebodies.
BUT…. I’ve come to learn that saying you’re going to do something when you’re pregnant in the future, and actually doing it once you get there, are two completely different things. I’ll be the first to admit, shamefully so, that I judged other pregnant women before I was initiated. I’d say, they’re eating crap-ola! I’d never do that! Or, they just sit on the couch all day? Why don’t they get up and do something?
The truth is, you see, you never know what you’re going to be like til you’re actually there. In the beginning I swore to myself [and maybe out loud a time or two]… if I wouldn’t feed it to my baby outside of my belly, then I shouldn’t be feeding it to her when she’s on the inside. Well, easier said than done. When that box of Cheese-Its and brownies are staring you down like a lion in heat, and you absolutely want to vom at the thought of anything that could been seen on Veggie Tales, those pre-meditated thoughts disappear faster than Houdini.
At first I felt terribly guilty. And people would say, well you’re eating for two. It’s okay. Yes, but not two 110-lb people.
But back to the yoga. Like I said, I always imagined myself going regularly throughout my pregnancy. It’s not like yoga’s foreign to me. In college, the yoga instructor picked me to assist him in the class. I “modeled” in the front while he went around helping people with their form. I would do this 5-6 days a week! So to say I’d go to prenatal yoga was not a stretch by any means.
But have I gone to an actual class with a real-live teacher?
However, my hips and lower back/butt have been pretty painful at times lately, so I decided to give the DVD another go. And lookie who decided to join me:
And I just found out B’s aunt and uncle graciously got us our car seat/stroller!!! YAY!!!!
Had my glucose test today. I’ll find out next week if I passed (fingers crossed!) And I’m measuring right on target. Nine more weeks and she’s full-term.
Feeling her roll around and kick. iloveit
If you haven’t noticed, all my posts lately have been about
B-A-B-Y! And while that’s my newest “obsession,” it’s not the only thing going on in my life. I started this blog to not only document my life, but also my and B’s journey through medical school.
So I thought I’d give y’all a break from all.things.baby. and write about how that’s going these days. B successfully survived made it through his first year of med school. He had a wonderful experience and really enjoys the structure of his school. When we first decided to embark on this journey together, we got a lot of… in my opinion, negative advice. With all due respect, I know people were just trying to help, but to be quite honest, [and it’s my blog so I can be!] I was sick and tired of hearing people say it was going to be oh! so! hard!
I would say, “I know it’s not always going to be easy, but we can do it.” And when ‘those people’ would condescendingly smile back and say, “Ohh you have no idea,” like I was some naive little girl, I would want to rip their heads off just smile back and take it with a grain of salt.
To be completely honest, the road so far has been pretty easy. I mean, of course the hubs has had some super hard tests and late late nights studying, but as far as a strain on our relationship, there hasn’t been any. What I love about B is his talent in communication. Not everyone has his gift. If you can believe it, we’ve never had a full-blown fight. I kid you not. He’s just that good at communicating. And he’s taught me everything I know.
This year Blake is in his second year of med school and it’s off to a great start! People always told us we’d never have time to go out on dates, eat together or, basically, see one another. However, the only times we’ve ever missed a meal is if he’s playing a sport (mostly basketball) to run off some steam from the day/week, and I’m just too hungry to wait! We still watch movies together on the couch, and go out to dinner. Some nights I’ll put on my eye mask while he turns on the nightstand light to read about embryology, micro/molecular biology, or some other -ology. We make it work.
And I’m honestly not trying to sugarcoat anything. I can seriously say with a straight-face that I wouldn’t change a thing. Before moving in and starting our lives together I was very dependent on Blake. In college, I relied on him to run errands with me because I didn’t want to go by myself. Now, I am much more independent [yay! this is a huge success for an only-child, like myself] and am a lot more confident.
I’m also very fortunate to have a fabulous group of med school gfs/fiances/wives down here. We try to get together almost every week. I don’t know what I’d do without them. Be bored out of my mind when Blake’s studying…? Yep. No one understands what it’s like to be a med-school significant other unless you’re one yourself.
It’s like a cult. It’s just different. It’s like military wives. No one understands unless you’re one of them, which, NOW I am one of those, too! oh boy. A med school military wife? I’m sure ‘those people’ would have a thing or two to say to me now, eh?
Of course, everything I just said will probably fly right out the window when Little Miss decides to officially join our family. I probably won’t be saying it’s so easy anymore….
But no matter what life throws at us, I’ll be with my best friend through it all. And nothing and no one is ever going to change that.