Friday, June 29, 2012

Baby III Week 8: Lion Baby


Week 8

Lets just address the pink elephant in the room right off... yep... new blog name (AND new url so if you link to me, please update the link, sorry and thanks!). In other forums I've gone by Pink Ink and I just think it's more me, and that's always a goal in my writing, be me.

Interesting transition now that I've hit enter down to the next paragraph because me is really the last thing I feel like right now. I feel very conquered by this little one. I referred to Ash as zen baby a lot when he was just a belly bean... this baby is an African lion and I'm a near dead gazelle. My daycare parents ask me if I'm alright a lot, even when I think I look ok, guess the exhaustion is showing through.

I did manage to run 10 miles last Saturday though! Four bathroom stops were needed but still, not too bad considering how I feel. I haven't ran since, but hitting the stationary bike and elliptical a little.

I was up a pound this week, first time I've ever gained in the first trimester I believe! Clearly I am not puking enough.

I was talking to my mom about how cold I was all the time. She said I was last time and I said no, I'd remember this. Ha... apparently not: Baby II Week 8: Ice Ice Baby. It's funny how everything that happens is like a fresh new surprise, anyone else experience this from pregnancy to pregnancy? I wonder if this is a side effect of your brain cells shrinking with every pregnancy...

I decided to do something different and take a belly picture every week instead of every four weeks. Can't have too many preggo pics as far as I'm concerned :) I wonder if anyone has ever done one every day, if that's out there send me a link, that would be so cool.

Our sweet little baby is now the size of a raspberry!

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Baby III Week 7: Requesting a Maternity Test



Week 7

I feel like we just found out we are pregnant (it's been two weeks) and we are half way through the first trimester! That's cool right? This first tri is hitting me particularly hard so I am counting the days til we roll into tri two, hopefully I will not be so big that I am actually rolling.

I've been sick since before we even got our positive test, though fortunately not too much puking. I did have to escape behind a building during yesterday's Salinas Half Marathon group training to puke. I really didn't want anyone to see me and think it was because the running was too much for me. I'm always afraid to be thought of as the fat girl that doesn't have any business trying to look like runner... and being a round, huffing and puffing sweaty mess puking on the track makes me feel like a real life Biggest Loser episode.

Aside from being sick, and tired, I am getting cravings! Unfortunately, the staples of my diet: lettuce, zucchini,  squash, garlic (YES GARLIC! OMG ARE WE SURE THIS BABY IS MINE??), tomatoes, chicken, rice... all make me gag. I totally just had to take a break from writing that list because I started getting sick imagining zucchini. What sounds good? Dark chocolate (which I typically hate), peanut butter, bread, oranges, and milk. Unfortunately, like Milo and Ash, Sesame Seed will not tolerate milk and let me know it was not welcome in his environment about 3 miles into a run last weekend. It wasn't good, I learned my lesson... no milk. Babies always get their way and they waste no time in reminding you who is boss.

I wish I had a cute ultrasound blob to share with you, but we have decided to skip ultrasounds (except for one at 25 weeks) and early prenatal care this time around, so all I have left for you is a picture of my pre-bump tummy... thought I'd capture it before another Gentry Giant wrecks havoc on it once again. I wanted to get a cute picture of the boys holding signs next to my tummy... yeah, I should have known better right? So I'll share pictures of the boys doing anything but what I wanted them to do with signs...

The babies came nowhere close to posing in this with me, oh well.
At least one of my children did... kinda...

Baby is about the size of a blueberry!

Negotiating with Milo. He wanted to ring the doorbell over and over,
I wanted him to take an adorable picture. We settled on an appropriate bribe.


Close enough :)


Needed lots a tickles between pictures.


Now we hold the sign up. Oh these babies.
Milo is 2 years, 7 months, and Ash is 15 months.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Three out of three tests agree...



... we are about to become out numbered!

We've been planning to get pregnant this fall. I've been carefully charting when I ovulate and such and writing it on the calendar so I remember when Eric is off limits... basically will power has been our birth control.

So... I'm pregnant. Going to go ahead and give will power a 0% success rate for us.

Knowing about our digressions around mid-May I knew to test June 1st. Negative. Tested Saturday after a fantastic nine mile run... juuuuust in case. Negative, totally in the clear, on with life and a vomit free summer! Monday at the track I am falling over myself exhausted. Not only do I feel like the slowest, fattest thing on two legs (not true, there's at least two people slower and fatter than me), but I feel like I might puke at every turn, and collapse in it. Confused, I press through, finish, and head home. I open the door and the stench of rotting seal hits me in the face. I throw open every window, yelling at Eric about a dead seal and start hunting it down. I also text one of my pregnant daycare moms and ask her if my house smelled like a dead seal. She told me to pee on a stick. Boom. Two lines. Damn.

I'm stoked about another baby, hell, I hope it's two! But with two half marathons and a big backpacking trip in northern California planned this summer, I need to be 110% June to August...not a pitiful smear on the bathroom floor. I had also made some fitness breakthroughs and had finally busted through my six month plateau (total 63lbs lost since delivering Milo), I was really looking forward to what I would accomplish in the next couple months. I guess what I will be accomplishing is creating a whole person with just the power of my uterus... whatever right?

I will still be running one of the half marathons in August... while building a human... someone should design an awesome race day shirt for me that will cleverly notify other runners that I am puking because of the raging sesame seed in my uterus, not because I'm too fat too run. You have about six weeks, do it!

I debated whether to blog this pregnancy as the others. Turns out I suck as a mommy blogger. My kids are amazing. Milo is 2.5 and hilarious, way too smart for us, but I'm sure the things he does are not that amazing to everyone else. Ash is 15 months and is basically a giant baby still. He's adorable, you want to see his pictures...

Out of control cuteness.

...but do you really want to hear me talk about how he's still not walking and still eats two or three times a night? No... you want to hear about what horrifying new thing my body is doing during this pregnancy right? I've just decided that my pregnancies are more interesting to write about, everyone wants to talk about their kids... no one wants to talk about puking in the CVS water fountain... so lets do this yeah?

Um, I'm 6 weeks, 5 days... I'll check in Thurday at 7 weeks and we'll get on a schedule. You are so excited!