“You’re so fat!” was one of the first things my little sister giggled when I arrived in New Hampshire two weeks ago.
I’m sure she lovingly meant something along the lines of “you are so pregnant” or “that baby is growing so fast” 😉
Either way, I am so grateful for a body that is successfully growing this baby so big (at my last appointment he was measuring a week or two ahead of schedule!). One of my biggest anxieties in my early pregnancy was not getting enough nutrients. My prenatal vitamins refused to stay down and food in general was not very appetizing. On top of that, the doctors were initially worried about my weight (or the lack thereof) and it was harder than I thought to put (or even keep) the pounds on those first few months. So when I’m being rational (and not overly hormonal and emotional), I am quite proud of these pounds.
That said, it’s been quite the mental shift to step on the scale and hope the number is a bit higher than last time. It’s been an even bigger mental shift to think about exercising without the usual associations of “getting in shape” or “losing weight.” Before I got pregnant, I was potentially in the best shape of my life (something about marrying someone who believes in daily exercise more strongly than he believes in eating and finally having the time to make it more of a priority). The idea of progress was addicting for me and I loved hitting goals and feeling myself get stronger.
Now though, it is quite comical to watch me even attempt to do a pull-up. And you know what? That’s okay.
I’ve never really been a fan of the idea of being “gentle with yourself” — it always made more sense to push yourself to be better. But, with everything else that my body is doing right now, being gentle with it is exactly what I need. It means it’s okay to walk instead of run, to laugh at my dwindling rock climbing muscles, and to embrace the extra pounds. It still blows my mind that this body can grow a life…and that is something to celebrate.
^So I’ve traded out my running shoes for my favorite walking shoes for the moment…and while I’m looking forward to the time I have a waist line again, I am trying to enjoy these last few months for the big, fat, miracle that they are 😉 (I couldn’t resist)
A few more pictures from a walk in my family’s neighborhood in NH:
^the bump at 26.5 weeks
^I’m not sure if this year happened to be a particularly good foliage season in New Hampshire, or if it is just hard for me to remember living in a place this beautiful (this is the street I grew up on).
^ I ordered the Breast Cancer Awareness edition of these shoes (which has since sold out but they have others from the collection here) and I love when companies support good causes. In addition to a featuring the American Cancer Society’s logo on their awareness line, this company has a few other initiatives they’re working on including hosting a breast cancer walk in San Francisco.
After sharing on facebook someone asked – so I’ll share here too: I ordered half a size up from what I usually wear and I wear them without socks (but my feet are also a bit bigger than they were a few months ago ;).
^growing up, we used to ice skate on this pond in the winter 🙂
^I can see less of these feet every day 😛
^no, this doesn’t happen to be a fairytale…it just looks like one
sweater: sister’s closet
vest: other sister’s closet (what goes around comes around 😉
denim: Pink Blush Maternity, c/o
shoes: GoWalks, c/o (find other colors here – search GoWalk)
beautiful backdrop: New Hampshire
a few of the other fun colors: