5:45 AM: Spinning – COMPLETED
6:50 AM: 2.25-Mile Run/Walk – COMPLETED
Don’t be fooled by the title. I’m not speaking of my workout mojo. I speak of this yummy snack.
I’m not sure which one I like better; Mountain Mix or Peanut Butter Pretzel. Both are equally good.
It was 80-degrees when I left the office yesterday and boy, oh boy was I hot. I got home and although I would have liked to close the kitchen (oven on during a hot day/evening is just plain old wrong), but dinner needed to be made for my husband. I was having leftovers. I was exhausted after eating, cleaning and packing for the gym, so, I hit the hay at 8:30 last night. Pedro was studying for his exam, and I wasn’t even trying to fight it. So I relocated into the bedroom and called it a night. However, the night had many, many bathroom visits. I think they were at 10:30, 12:00, 3:00, 4:00 and finally when I woke up at 5. Oh, the joys of being pregnant. Anything for the bun.
Luckily I was packed this morning, but there were some dishes still in the sink that I couldn’t bare to leave for after work. I have OCD about these things. Of course, that put me a little bit behind schedule, so I had to run out the door and I got to the gym right in time.
Spin was great. The instructor really likes to go more than 45-minutes — so I stayed for however long she was teaching. Some people gave up and left. It messed with my running time though — I was pressed for time. I needed to be in the shower by 7:25 and out the door no later than 7:45. Well, I was 3-minutes late, but fortunately, my OB/GYN is pretty close even being two towns over. New Jersey is not a big state.
So I had my 32-week visit this morning, and the stats are in.
Dr. Update: B/P 90/60, weight gain was +1 lb., and baby’s heart rate was super strong. In fact, it was racing fast and I made a comment. My doctor says, “Oh, it must be a girl!” Then she turned around and said, “No way. It’s definitely a boy!” So I asked her why she thought that and she said because of the way I am carrying. I’m tiny. I proceeded to ask her how my belly was measuring and she said small. I’m measuring 30-weeks so she wanted to order an u/s. Initially I was upset about the news. I didn’t like what I was hearing, but she told me it was nothing to worry about. She says, it might mean the baby’s just small, which is perfect normal. She can’t see me delivering a baby over 8 lbs. I’m too tiny. I’m healthy, I work out, I’m small — so it’s nothing to worry about.
I shouldn’t be concerned because the baby is really active in my belly. I mean constantly moving all morning, afternoon and evening. Now, P, on the other hand, was acting so worried that I had to tell him to stop. I mean, if he worries, then I worry even more — and I shouldn’t be worrying. If anything, it just means we get to see our little miracle inside the womb. So, I’m looking forward to my appointment next Wednesday. I’ll keep you posted on that appointment.
Okay, back to work. At least we’re halfway done with the work week.