Last night, Cletus and I went for our first prenatal yoga class.
For the record, I've been doing yoga on-and-off since I was in law school a billion years ago, so I thought this would be no big deal. I've done pretty much every kind of yoga, from the kinds with gentle movements and focusing on breathing, to the kind where you move every second in a hot room and get more of a cardio workout than a good stretch. I like yoga -- or at least I think I do.
Anyway, last night's prenatal yoga class was a surprise to me in many ways.
The first was that, in a big metro area filled with lawyers and other professionals, I did not really think that 36 was old to be having a baby, despite what all the books say, and despite the fact that my doctors keep gently reminding me that I'm "high risk." Last night, I got the message. I was positively geriatric compared to most of the women in the class -- and many of them were on baby #2 or baby #3. Maybe it's because the old ladies like me work too much to go to prenatal yoga. Sigh.
Second, I realized once again that I am positively huge for fifteen weeks. Gigantic.
Third, and perhaps worst, I realized that I am now completely inflexible. Positions that I could do with no problem a few months ago are now completely outside my range of motion. My old bones just do not want to move.
So, when L came to pick us up, he asked how the class went. I told him I hated it, which is an exaggeration. I really did not enjoy myself. But I'm going to keep going, because I think it's good for Cletus.
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Friday, January 13, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
It's official! We're having a baby!
Today officially marks 14 weeks -- the start of the second trimester. And so, we started to share the news over the past few weeks -- and, after telling my boss, I posted it on Facebook on Tuesday.
Now that everyone knows, there are a few things we can share.
1. How we found out. We really didn't think it would happen so fast. L and I had pretty much decided that we were going to get married and have kids, but were in no real rush to do the former. But, because we're over 35, we knew that we probably had a limited window for babies, at least the old-fashioned way.
For some strange reason, we were convinced that it was going to take us a while to actually get pregnant, and so we came up with the clever idea to stop trying to not get pregnant. And then, a few weeks later, early one Saturday morning, there it was, on the pregnancy test, clear as day.
So I did what any normal girl would do: I went out to the sunroom to check my email and process the information while L made breakfast. (We were doing a low-carb diet at the time, so it was eggs and bacon or something of the sort.) When I came back into the living room, he hugged me, and I said something to the effect of "Oh, by the way, we're having a baby."
Nice, huh.
2. How pregnancy has been so far. In a word, crazy. I mean, since we've found out, it's been nonstop doctors, discussion of risks, weird test results, food (and smell) aversions, sheer exhaustion, and a non-functioning immune system -- combined with work stress, holiday stress, family stress. . . . Oh, and we managed to elope in the middle of it -- wedding stress. (Well, sort of. We do realize that by eloping, we saved ourselves about 99% of the stress of a "real wedding." But we probably would have eloped anyway.)
Still, it's been worth it: according to all the tests, we have a healthy fetus. So there's that.
3. The worst part. Not telling anyone was pretty challenging for me. I mean, I wanted to call my Nana the second I saw the positive test, but I didn't want to get her hopes up. Every day, I would vacillate as to whether I should just call her and tell her. I needed to tell SOMEONE. And lucky for me, one of my friends was getting coffee with me when I got a call from the doctor's office with some of the weird test results. So I had someone to tell.
But really, that wasn't the worst part. The worst part has been not having my mom here. She would have been ecstatic. And then, one day, when I was really really sick -- with the cold that still won't go away! -- I said to L, with tears in my eyes, "I love you, and don't take this the wrong way, but I really want my mommy."
4. Why I love my husband. Well, there are so many reasons. But a really good one is that he talks to the fetus. It melts my heart -- and I'm not the sappy one.
Oh, and you should have seen his face the first time we heard the heartbeat, and then, when we saw the baby on the ultrasound.
5. Why I love my baby already. Again, so many reasons. But during the ultrasound, he or she kept doing all these super-dramatic things with his or her arms -- and then, right at the end, he or she showed even more attitude by flipping over and mooning us. What a little jerk! I am so proud.
Now that everyone knows, there are a few things we can share.
1. How we found out. We really didn't think it would happen so fast. L and I had pretty much decided that we were going to get married and have kids, but were in no real rush to do the former. But, because we're over 35, we knew that we probably had a limited window for babies, at least the old-fashioned way.
For some strange reason, we were convinced that it was going to take us a while to actually get pregnant, and so we came up with the clever idea to stop trying to not get pregnant. And then, a few weeks later, early one Saturday morning, there it was, on the pregnancy test, clear as day.
So I did what any normal girl would do: I went out to the sunroom to check my email and process the information while L made breakfast. (We were doing a low-carb diet at the time, so it was eggs and bacon or something of the sort.) When I came back into the living room, he hugged me, and I said something to the effect of "Oh, by the way, we're having a baby."
Nice, huh.
2. How pregnancy has been so far. In a word, crazy. I mean, since we've found out, it's been nonstop doctors, discussion of risks, weird test results, food (and smell) aversions, sheer exhaustion, and a non-functioning immune system -- combined with work stress, holiday stress, family stress. . . . Oh, and we managed to elope in the middle of it -- wedding stress. (Well, sort of. We do realize that by eloping, we saved ourselves about 99% of the stress of a "real wedding." But we probably would have eloped anyway.)
Still, it's been worth it: according to all the tests, we have a healthy fetus. So there's that.
3. The worst part. Not telling anyone was pretty challenging for me. I mean, I wanted to call my Nana the second I saw the positive test, but I didn't want to get her hopes up. Every day, I would vacillate as to whether I should just call her and tell her. I needed to tell SOMEONE. And lucky for me, one of my friends was getting coffee with me when I got a call from the doctor's office with some of the weird test results. So I had someone to tell.
But really, that wasn't the worst part. The worst part has been not having my mom here. She would have been ecstatic. And then, one day, when I was really really sick -- with the cold that still won't go away! -- I said to L, with tears in my eyes, "I love you, and don't take this the wrong way, but I really want my mommy."
4. Why I love my husband. Well, there are so many reasons. But a really good one is that he talks to the fetus. It melts my heart -- and I'm not the sappy one.
Oh, and you should have seen his face the first time we heard the heartbeat, and then, when we saw the baby on the ultrasound.
5. Why I love my baby already. Again, so many reasons. But during the ultrasound, he or she kept doing all these super-dramatic things with his or her arms -- and then, right at the end, he or she showed even more attitude by flipping over and mooning us. What a little jerk! I am so proud.
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