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Hungry & Lookin Like a Hippo

I have been insatiable the past few days, gobbling up all kinds of crap in sight with no apparent self control.  Maybe I'm self sabotaging -- nah... just think I'm a bit stressed.  Looks like I will likely begin restricting calories next Tuesday after all. 

Yesterday went great -- got in my mat pilates - that was it, but I think I'm ok with that for my cross training days for now.  Today is a big running day, and it's gonna be on the treadmill.  3 running, 1 walking.  I'm almost a real runner now!

Outdoors VS Treadmill

Today, it was a repeat of Monday's Jog 2/Walk 1 for 20 (I did 30!), but I was outdoors.  I don't know how far I actually went or how many calories I supposedly burned, but the outdoor workout trumps the indoor workout every single time.  Here's a few reasons why:

1. The  treadmill is designed to give cushion - and lessen the impact of each step.
2. There is no wind in the basement.
3. There is no uphills and downhills on the treadmill.
4. There are no drink breaks outside.
5. I don't get interrupted with phone calls outside either.

I'm sure there are other reasons a treadmill workout is easier.  The reverse is sometimes true as well as indoors, while I can turn on the TV (and give myself a nice crook in my neck straining to watch it), it's incredibly boring.  Straight ahead, all I see is a blank blue wall (and the ceiling reveals work waiting to be done).

Today was a success - and I shot beyond the requirements of my plan.  Friday brings a new level - jog 3/walk 1 - and next week, is pretty intense... leading me to ask, "WHO THE HELL DESIGNED THIS CRAZY PLAN!!??"  Oh, wait... that was me.. OOOPS!!!

Yesterday ended mostly a bust despite high hopes and expectations.  I walked with BB around the block twice (about one and a quarter miles) for about 20 minutes.  And, then at some point I passed out with BB in my arms for TWO HOURS.  I must have needed the sleep - my mom came in town and it must have exhausted me -- I did clean the kitchen and entry way floors (swept and mopped) - does that count toward cross training? hmmm, I thought not. 

Everyday can't be a super-achieving day - which is why some days I exceed goal, some does I simple meet goal and others I will fall shy.  It happens and will happen again - regardless I'm sticking with it. 

Tuesday Weigh In

I weighed in and wasn't happy.  Still at 145 - as my sister-in-law would type in her blog, "What.the.Fuck?"  I'm not going to freak out or worse yet, falter.  My weight may remain unchanged week over week, but I've lot serious inches, and I'm not going to be upset about that.  My plan is simple - stay on course, and be cautious of what I eat.  If, however, next week also nets no results, I will begin a more strict plan for my food intake -- probably around 1800 a day.  As I wean the nursing, I know my calorie requirements will also drop.  BB is preferring the bottle more and more.  It makes me a little sad, but really, it's much less stressful and I love him all the same.

No more mommy guilt for me!!!

I felt great after my jog yesterday.  I went 30 minutes - started with a 2 minute warm up and then alternated jogging 2 minutes at 5.5 miles per hour followed by a brisk walk for 1 minute at 4.0 mph.  After 21 minutes, I jogged straight (dropping down to 5.0 for a few minutes) until I hit the 26 minute mark and felt incredibly empowered.  I will soon be going for 2 and then 3 miles straight!  What an amazing accomplishment at only three weeks postpartum.  

Today is a XTraining day, and I'm up to 35 minutes cross training now.  My mom is actually coming to help me out today, which is wonderful considering Hubby is out of town for the day in Manhattan for a demo.  My exercise plan is the Mat Pilates portion of my Denise Austin tape and 15 minutes power walking.  I will do this after mom leaves and hopefully before the kiddos get home. Eventually, I'll build up to doing some actual calorie busting cardio on these days, but I'm not in the business of burning out early.  My plan is a real lifestyle change.

Onto another note - my eldest daughter, Koko, 11, has been busy participating in intramurals over the past 2 1/2 weeks.  Every morning, she has gotten up early for track practice and Hubby has driven her in the early AM.  Yesterday was her track meet marking the end of intramurals (yay!).

I was so thrilled to have her get involved in athletics.  She hadn't shown much interest in the past, and to be honest, she lacks the ability and drive -- raw talent that just can't be taught.  My daughter is one of the sweetest, most beautiful young women I know, and I'm not speaking ill of her - it's just not her niche.  And, that's ok.  But, it brought back tough memories of my own - watching her come in almost last and then last for two races (200 meter dash and 100 meter dash).  Much like her, I wasn't a sprinter.  In fact, I didn't have much athletic ability until about 8th grade (and then chasing boys took priority).  But, I did have some skill and hand eye coordination... it was hard to watch her just like I'm sure it was hard for her to compete knowing she wouldn't and couldn't win.


She was brave for sticking with it and I'm proud of her.  Maybe one day, she'll find a love of running (not sprinting!) like her mom has...

But, I can't close out without commenting on the extraordinarily high percentage of FAT MIDDLE SCHOOL GIRLS I saw! It was ridiculous! They really are getting fatter and fatter -- and it's sickening to see so many pretty girls setting themselves up for bad health.  Our nation really is in an epidemic, and I hope I can instill good habits in my kids before it's too late for them.

Antibiotics - hurray!

Mastitis be gone with you (or, sometime after 10 days of pills) - I am feeling so much better and completed my run today.  I felt a little guilty about yesterday, but, I needed a rest day, and mastitis can get serious.  Today, I went 30 minutes and jogged 2 (5.5 mph) and walked 1 (4.0 mph). I took it up as high as 5.8, but didn't want to over do it (again...).  On Thursday and Friday, I'll work to increase the mph on the jogging stretches. 

I feel great.  I sweat a lot.  And, while I don't know what tomorrow will bring in regard to my weight, I know I'm heading in the right direction.

OMG DOMS!!!

Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness (DOMS) hit me unexpectedly late yesterday afternoon.  I didn't realize I had "over done" it so much to be SO SORE everywhere!!! I actually thought my muscle pains were a result of me getting sick -- shows you how long it's been since I did a REAL workout.

I pushed through it and managed to do the yoga portion of my Denise Austin tape around 8:30 at night.  Nothing like waiting until the last minute.  It was only 20 minutes, and it was disgraceful at best, but I did it - huffing and puffing and falling over (I have NO balance!).  And, I considered my walking around the soccer fields as the remaining 10 minutes (to complete the 30 required).  I hurt - and especially my back -- and I know it's from the darn baby carrier.

And, then, I don't know why, but I stepped on the scale today.  I'm really sore (as stated previously) and probably holding on some inflammation, but it hadn't moved!!!  I'll wait to see what my official weigh in day says before I totally freak.  I know I'm gaining muscle and losing inches, but the scale CANNOT stay where it is if I'm to get back to the preprego size I crave.

Today, is a 30 minutes XT or Long Walk day.  I'm hoping to get on my bike at long last!  Looks like a beautiful day for it.

UPDATE: I'm no doctor, but it's not just a little DOMS I'm dealing with.  I realized when I was getting in the shower that I have Mastitis - an infection of my milk ducts.  It might be from giving BB a few bottles, wearing a tight sports bra or not alternating nursing positions enough.  It hurts! And, chills and a fever are two side affects... not sure what to do about my workout today and I'll have to wait until tomorrow to get to the doctor... To Be Continued...

The new pic is one of the ones from Shelley's photo session.  I think it's beautiful! And, while I love nursing my son (I nursed the girls for 5-6 months each), I think I'll call curtains this time around much sooner.  It's very taxing, and while it's supposed to promote weight loss, it doesn't for me.  My sanity has to come first... and right now, my breasts hurt so bad!!! I'm thinking I'll wean him slowly over the next 3-5 weeks.  He's gotten a lot of good stuff already.

Bootylicious, but not in the good way

The title is meant to be comical, and I'm trying my hardest to take the extra weight with a few extra laughs at myself.  It's not always easy, but I'm determined, and I am very positive about my journey!  I can thank my close friends for being so wonderful by reading my blog or asking me how my running program is going.  It's only been a few days since I've really been at it, but it makes me look with anticipation toward posting and hearing their positive reinforcement later.  Thanks guys!!!

Today WAS a rest day, but after my Thursday miss, I'm doing cross training today to make it up.  I already snuck in some bonus exercise at the soccer fields as I toted BB around in a front pack -- man, that's a workout!!!  Today, I hope to get in a pilates session and about 10 minutes of walking on the treadmill.  Forecast is calling for lots of rain and thunderclouds are visible on the horizon.  Better to play it safe indoors this time around.

I wore a pair of pre-pregnancy jeans today - they were from Charlotte Russe and a size 9.  My other 9s don't yet fit as these are ultra low rise -- giving the expanded tummy a little wiggle room.  They were the jeans I wore the longest in the beginning of my pregnancy, and having a new tummy, hip and thigh shaper from Target really does wonders for keeping the rolls in control and preventing muffin top.  It's not a long term solution, but I'm wearing my jeans (or at least a pair or two...).

Sports bra is in the dryer...

I knew I would have schedule adjustments, especially with a new baby, but I had hoped I could avoid it at least during my first week of training.  Nope.  The cards were stacked against me yesterday with the torrential rain, BB's incessant feedings and insatiable appetite and then Koko's band concert with the unexpected drop in from my parents (yep, I think THEY felt guilty... what a change of pace...).

But, I will not let this slight set back deter me as my solution is easy -- I'm switching my rest day for the XT day and suddenly ALL is forgiven!  Today is a running day.  The sports bra is in the dryer and soon I'll be ready to roll!

In speaking of Sports Bras - how important - no VITAL they are now.  My breasts are HUGE and get very heavy in as little as 30 minutes post feeding.  I bought a couple quality ones at Target - even tried them on to ensure a good fit with my new size.  Everything was great until I got home and realized I tried them on with very full milk feeders... LOL.  It's funny how a feeding can change the bra size a whole cup size -- and even funnier when I appear lopsided because of it.  I now have to exchange those sports bras and until I make it to Target, am cycling through the one quality one I have here.  I won't let a little thing like have enough underwear get into my way ;)

Here the link to C-9 by Champion Sports bras at Target: I purchased two in black and white.  I noticed they also have nursing sports bras online -- in fact they have a TON of nursing gear online they don't have here locally... time to shop some more?

UPDATE:  Ran/Walked 2.343 miles in 30 minutes.  Alternated 1 min @ 6mph by 1 min @ 4mph for 20 minutes and threw in a few extra runs at 5 mph at the end.  Also walked about .75 miles getting Lil Q with BB in his front back carrier -- which is REALLY tiring caring a baby so far in the thing. 

Out & About

What a frustrating and yet wonderful day.  The morning began with more photos of BB from my favorite photographer (and wonderful friend) Shelley Jensen (check out her website at www.shelleyjensen.com).  Later, Hubby ran for golf and I headed to the office to show off one of my three best works of art (BB of course!).

After a busy day of running around, I got back home and fed him and waited for Hubby to return so I could complete Day 3 - and my second day of running.  It was a gorgeous day out and the run went perfect - much better than before, and I even snuck in a few 2 minute runs to alternate with my minute walk.  It was tougher, but I'm confident I'll be ready next week for it.  I ended it with a brisk 10 minute walk - making the exercise total of the day 30 minutes.

As far as the frustration I posted previouly with my mother, it's still very much an issue, but I remind myself that it's her loss.  Many grandparents would jump at a chance to drive a mere 25 minutes to spend time with a new grand baby, but those aren't parents of mine.  And, hopefully I'll come to terms with it one day by letting go of hope and expectation.  In the meantime, we're keeping on by leaning on each other. 

Day 2: I am BEAUTIFUL!

It's a two post kinda day as I have to update with my workout.

Today was a 30 minutes Pilates or Cross Training Challenge.  I was pretty set on NO PILATES yet because my abs, while surprisingly strong for being two weeks postpartum, are not really Pilates-ready - even for my favorite 90s Denise Austin Pilates Mat Workout Video.  It has two easy to follow mat workouts.  One is more focused on a Mat Pilates core workout while the second is Yoga based.  They are fairly easy - I used to do Pilates every morning and Yoga every night and run mid day back in my early 20s (pre Lil Q days).  Now, it's a full day's workout...

The biggest surprise for me so far with my workouts - this one included - is my lack of endurance.  I started out strong and feeling really good, but about 1/2 way into the Mat work, I was spent and could hardly muster a scissor kick!  Hubby walked through the room while I was doing them - he had never seen it before as I usually retreat to the confines and privacy of the basement.  But, after childbirth all forms of both modesty and shame have been lost... he laughed and then told me to straighten my legs (bending them made it slightly easier and was the only way I could get through it).  This brings me to a few words on my Hubby's reaction to my body.

This is my third child - and I knew full and well what my body would be like after birth.  Now, I did to stay in a little better shape this time, but my postpartum body is hardly an item of beauty.  Rather, it is one deserving of respect for the simple fact that it just created and birthed a baby.

However, it was not Hubby's third - it was his first baby and first real experience with the joy of childbearing.  One day, I will feel up to posting on his reaction to the actual birth (he was a wonderful partner and coach BTW), but for now, his reaction to my PP bod caught me a little off guard.

I would like to believe that MOST men, after witnessing their woman go through such extreme discomfort and plain weirdness for an entire nine months - of growing a human being of their own flesh and blood - and then birthing it and enduring the pain of not only that event, but of the joyful afterpains for days - and nursing the child every 2 hours - would reassure their woman that to them (even if only them) she is still beautiful.


Ha! Not my hubby. 

I have craved his reassurance, but I am not reliant on it.  I know I will return one day to prepregnancy - and it will likely take longer and be much harder than I will like.  However, I have tried to hint to him that I desire some sort of compliment.  On several occasions, I have declared how I hate being so fat or said I can't wait to not be fat anymore... my husband says nothing in response... leading me to conclude that he too can't wait for me to not be fat -- which is fine, but I would appreciate his acknowledgment that it's ok to him that I'm not back to being where I was before just yet. 

Yesterday, after my run/walk, Hubby asked me how it went - after I went through it, he asked, "so you're trying to get back to being all svelte again?" That was the first time I had ever heard anyone use the word "svelte" in an actually conversation.  I looked at him strangely and said, "what?" as though I didn't really hear (because, honestly, I didn't know if that's really what he said."  He looked down and kind of shook his head.  I looked right at him and said, "Oh, you mean was I trying to be 'Not Fat' anymore?" He nodded and I explained that of course I didn't want to be fat, but that I had just had a baby two weeks ago and it would take a while."

Oh, why can't he just be loving and supportive? And, just tell me I'm beautiful.  The rest will come, Hubby, fear not - I shall not be flabby-bellied forever! LOL

So, I guess do I take his lack of anything nice or complimentary as motivation? No, because he should tell me I'm beautiful, because I am.  And, because I gave him a son. And, that too is very beautiful indeed. 

Despite living in a world sans compliments, I managed to find the motivation to not only complete my pilates workout (20) minutes, but at 9:15 in the evening realized I had 10 more minutes to go.  BB was fast asleep so I strapped on my tennies and pulled my hair back in a scrunchy and took BB to the basement.  I power-walked for 15 (5 more than required!) whilst he slept in his vibrating bouncy a few feet over.  I was energized afterward and happily marked off "Day 2" off my posted training calendar!

Babies are blessings, not burdens

I'm exactly two weeks postpartum today and as promised, there are belly pics (oh my).  As I was editing the file size in photoshop, I contemplated NOT posting these -- it really is a form of self torture!  But, I promised I would and no one is reading this blog anyhow, so it hurts no one, right???  Well, here it is (click on the image for a larger one IF YOU DARE...)  I'm rocking quite the gut and beer belly right now.  UGH!

There is also this official weigh in business and as promised here are my stats:


Prepregnancy Weight:  128 lbs (previously I was 124 for the wedding, but we'll aim for 128)
Highest Pregnancy Weight:  165 (probably a little higher, but that's about right)
Total Weight Gained:  37 lbs
Today's Weight:  145 lbs / 20 lbs lost / 17 lbs to go!

Today's biggest challenge is finding time for my XT session of 30 minutes.  I really want to ride my bike, but I don't have a helluva lotta time.  I have a hair appointment at 2:30 p.m. and Koko has to be at a girl scout thing across town at 5:30 and Lil Q to soccer at 6:30.  Ugh.  And, my mom was supposed to help me cart kids around, but I told her to forget it as she just couldn't find it in herself to provide any help or assistance to me without laying on a thick layer of guilt... oh well, it's her loss, right??? Besides, I've managed to do things on my own without her help through this point, I can surely continue.

Which brings me to an old saying of mine:  Babies aren't burdens.  They are blessings. 

Oh, how true it is.  I will likely just do some pilates and hopefully get out and walk again today to pick up Lil Q from her after school care.  Wish me luck - I need it!

First Day of Training - CHECK!

I had hoped to get out in the morning, but after a long night of BB not wanting to sleep or eat right, I slept in - as well as you can sleep in while lying on your side with your boob shoved in a baby's mouth.  It was nearly 10 when I rolled out of bed.  My Aunt K. was coming at 11, so there was no time for running or even primping.

After Aunt K. left, I tended to BB, ate lunch and wondered if my first day would be a bust.  Finally, the stars aligned, BB was sleeping and Hubby was in charge.  I quickly changed and headed out after strapping on my digital sports watch.

Walk 1/Jog 1 alternating for 20 minutes. No sweat, right?

I was pretty certain during that first 1 minute of jogging that I had started out my running program too easy.  At the one minute mark, I contemplated keeping up the pace, but decided to instead give my carefully crafted plan a full shot.

About 1/2 way through the session, I was trying to talk myself out of running at all - glancing at my watch every 10 steps to see if my minute was up.  At 15 minutes, it was all I could do to bury my head to the ground, grit my teeth and continue.  I was hot, out of breath and gasping for air. 

Finally, I made it to 20 minutes -- the last leg being both uphill and in the brutal afternoon sun (as brutal as the sun gets mid April).  I felt dehydrated and promised to drink more water before next time.  Regardless, I did it and I even walked as briskly as I could the remainder of the way (about 5-6 minutes).  Upon arrival, I pounded water.

I was pretty proud when I crossed through day one of training - my calendar of training is printed in full view on the front of the refrigerator as a constant reminder.  Tomorrow is a XT or Pilates day -- And also it is my first official weigh in day - -even though I cheated and started weighing early -- plus, my training began on day 13 - a day early too.  But, Mondays seem like good days to start, and for the unofficial record, I was 146 this morning.  18 to go.

Postpartum 5K Training Program

I officially start the training program on Monday -- which will be one week and six days -- not quite 2 weeks, but I like starting things on a Monday.  This program is one I came up with after looking at many on the internet.  I chose a 6-day a week plan because it really keeps me focused and I don't think it's too rigorous -- the off running days have me doing Pilates or walking -- not a big deal.  Of course, I plan to continue some strength training and will update those modifications to this blog as I go.

And, for the record, I have not registered for a 5K even thought it says I will be running one at the end of the program.  I may register for one, but I'm pretty motivated as is right now and don't want to over-pressure myself. 

Please feel free to use my easy 5K program -- I call it the Postpartum Return to Running Program :)  After I complete the program, my plan is to call up my friend Mel for a nice "long" Sunday run!!!  Just click on the image below for a larger one. 

Jogging Success

Yesterday marked my third consecutive day of getting in a brisk 30 minute jog -- quite the success for a new mom.  Yesterday also made it 10-days since I birthed little BB -- which made me think as I strolled through our neighborhood.  I've tried hard to remember where I was both in size and weight in comparison with Lil Q.  I really wish I would have journaled about it back then so I'd have a baseline to work from.  But, I didn't, so I'm trying to recollect my weight from my semi-photographic memory with little success.  I DO remember the day Lil Q was 10-days old - and I remember it well.  I graduated from college that day.  On day 9, I remember grabbing a few pairs of pants in the Sears clothing department to wear the next day.  I remember feeling big but not huge.  I remember I had been pulling weeds and tidying house in the week prior to get ready for my graduation party.  I don't remember the scale or exactly what size I bought -- although I do think it was a 10.

Yesterday, I went shopping again and this time it was with Hubby at Target.  He was helping me find sizes and I was looking for 8s.  He held up a pair and told me he just didn't think my butt was THAT big -- I took it as a compliment and grabbed a size 6.  At Target, you can only take 6 items into the dressing room with you at a time - requiring me to try on clothes and redress myself on 3 separate occasions.  A bit ridiculous, but I followed the rules.  I got in that dressing room (trying hard NOT to look at my body in the full length mirror) and pulled on those sixes -- they went over my butt and hips, but there was NO WAY they were being buttoned.  Defeat.  Suddenly Hubby's compliment felt more like an insult.  I told myself to buck it up - that I was ONLY 10 days postpartum and continued the self-torture of trying on more clothes.  I left Target with $150 worth of new clothes and lots of elastic. I ought to invest. 

With those thoughts in mind and the day quickly slipping away, getting in my walk was not only a necessity toward my stress relieving sanity, but really it was a requirement to reclaim my body.

I know I had indicated I would wait until two weeks postpartum to begin, but I felt reasonable good and wanted to try and with thoughts of "size 8" and the image of my body's reflection in that full length mirror fresh in my mind, I had lots of motivation.  Plus, I snuck out on my walk without BB in a stroller, giving me some extra freedom.

I started on my jog downhill to save myself.  I was super slow and low to the ground.  Throughout the short stint of it, I was uber aware of every tinge of my body, listening intently for a signal I should stop.  None came and I continued and it felt GREAT!!!

And, after returning, Hubby announced he was making an ice cream run -- I caved, but I deserved it, right??? So, I'm a little weak - ok, ALOT week as I had indulged on cookies already once that day.  But, I got on the scale and dropped weight again this morning - this time to 147.  I'm moving in the right direction -- 2 more lbs for my 2-week goal of 145.  I think I'll make it.

Exercise Update

It's a double post kinda day -- because although I'm frustrated at being stranded at home since BB's head cannot support itself in the carseat yet (requiring someone to sit in back and hold his little head in place while I drive), I did make some great progress I'd like to share as today I again walked -- this time for exactly 30 minutes and it felt really great.  I was breathing pretty heavy at the end and I kept a good pace pushing the stroller.  I even wore a waist band I bought from Walmart by Golds Gym ($10).  The waist cincher story is a story in itself for another post :)

Yesterday - Wednesday - I walked with him for about 25 minutes -- Hubby with the dog and me with the stroller.  I did have increased flow afterward and took it easy for a while -- other than that, all was well!

The Martyr

Since I've known Hubby, he has called me a Martyr... to him its a reference to me making things harder on myself when I could simply ask for help.  Let me assure you that I am not a martyr at all -- I'm just a woman who has been there and learned her lessons.  The painful truth is that no one will help you but you and that the only person you can ever rely on is yourself.

It's a sad notion -- and one that in my life, I've come to accept as a reality. When I don't, I am always disappointed.  And, that sucks.

Two days ago, I sent my mom a text asking her when she was going to come by and bring BB his baby present - a mobile.  I asked because I wanted her to come by, spend some time and help.  My fault was I didn't clearly communicate that need.  But, even today, as I called her on the phone to explain how I wanted a day of help from my mom with my new baby, she didn't get it -- and she listed a bunch of excuses as to why she couldn't... and then she told me to get help from my ex husband with his daughters...

And, it is for reasons like this I do not ask for help because I know, it is not really out there.

Weigh In!

I meant to post this yesterday, but time schedules with babies aren't exactly easy:

Prepregnancy:  128
At Delivery: 165
Today: 149
Weight Lost: 16
Pounds to go: 21

I've increased my ab workout -- of which I'm mostly doing exercises to target the transverse abdominals.  I'll write up descriptions soon.  That and a lot of keigels.  I don't look pregnant anymore, but I have a long, long way to go.   I'm really hoping that by 2 weeks postpartum I'm down to 145.  I think it's possible as I'm still a bit on the puffy side.

5 Days Postpartum - Energy Levels

My energy levels at the tail end of pregnancy were almost comical.  Getting around took so much output, I required a lot of downtown, but I was still fairly high functioning.  My levels even five days after giving birth are still so low - even in comparison.  I feel in some ways like I've been in a recent car wreck. 

I usually feel fine until after doing some light activity - and then it hits me all of a sudden.  Today, we were out of the house for an hour shopping at HyVee.  Yesterday, we were at the soccer fields and then my sister in laws.  In a few hours, we will be heading back out to the soccer fields, and I know that if I am going to make it, a short cat nap will be required.

With this low energy, I wonder when starting exercising again is really realistic.  I'm doing some light strength training on my transverse abdominal (lying single leg lifts and reverse crunches - 2 reps of 20 each).  It's not too hard, but it's not aerobic either.

(On a side note, the scale dropped to 151 today -- I know it's water weight, but it's still exciting to see that rapid of weight loss!)

Puffy face dilemma

Things are going wonderful with our new BB.  We got out this morning to Lil Q's soccer game.  It was our first family outing and Koko was a huge help.  It was a bit stressful, but overall, a great experience.  Afterward, we headed over to my sister in law's, which was near the soccer fields, to eat lunch and introduce the baby to its cousins.  Overall, a wonderful day -- especially since BB let me take a four hour nap upon our return home.

I know it's too soon to really concern myself with fitting into jeans, but I'm OCD, so I just go with it.  I am wearing some early maternity pants from the Gap which don't look like maternity at all.  They actually have a "normal" looking waist-line.  I'd highly recommend.  But, I do long for looking normal in and wearing my jeans -- I know it will be a long while, but I did fit into my biggest pair today!  They are ultra low rise from Charlotte Russe and size 9.  They have always been big and next week, I bet I will be able to wear them without looking ridiculous.  They might be the only pair, but that's moving in the right direction.

Most of my immediate issue right now involves Edema --- which is the swelling (I'll worry about the fat and toning in a few weeks).  I didn't want an IV during delivery because it really makes the swelling bad, but since I had to have one, am now very puffy - even more than just with the pregnancy. 

Here's a great article I found on helping hasten the process of your body eliminating its excess water and helping you feel "normal" again!  I will NOT be participating in water aerobics or fasting though.  I'm hungry and am petrified of a bathing suit right now!

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How to Reduce Swelling (Edema) Quickly After Pregnancy

By Laura Schofield, http://www.ehow.com/how_4471050_swelling-edema-quickly-after-pregnancy.html

During pregnancy women get big. Big bellies, big ankles, sometimes even our feet and entire legs get swollen to unusual proportions! After giving birth, we long to fit back into our pre-pregnancy clothing and shoes. Our bodies need time to get rid of all of the retained fluids though. This bloating is referred to as edema and will naturally right itself eventually. What if we'd like to hurry the process up though?

I gave birth to my fourth child 3 days ago. Hoping to enjoy the last days of summer after a difficult pregnancy, my ankles and legs are swollen to embarrassing proportions. This situation has inspired me to write on reducing post-pregnancy swelling as I research the topic myself.

Pregnancy doesn't always cause swelling. This is the first time I've been afflicted with it (and I got it bad). When you are swollen, here is what you can do.

Difficulty: Moderately Easy

Instructions

Things You'll Need:

• Swollen body parts due to a pregnancy. (LOL - check!!!) 
• A desire to reduce your swelling.
• Lots of water
• Maternity Support Hose
• Comfortable Shoes
• Fresh fruits and vegetables
• A bath tub
• Access to a swimming pool

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   Step 1: Drink lots of water. Oddly enough, this will help your body retain less fluids as well as discourage muscle cramps in the legs (another joy of pregnancy).
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   Step 2: Eat well and avoid junk food. Eat a balanced diet and avoid food high in salt (salt encourages bloating). Raw fruits and vegetables are especially recommended to reduce your edema.
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   Step 3: Get mild exercise. Even though it is recommended that you "stay off your feet", mild exercise is important for reducing edema or swelling. Go walking, practice yoga, do stretches.
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   Step 4: When sitting, prop your feet up on a stack of books or foot stool.
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   Step 5: Elevate your feet throughout the day. If at all possible, lay on your left side for periods throughout the day. Because the vena cava is located on the right side of your body and is responsible for a lot of the swelling, you don't want to further compromise it by laying on it.
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   Step 6: While sitting, occasionally wiggle your toes around and circle your feet from the ankles. You can also point and flex your feet if you are able to.
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   Step 7: If sitting or standing for extended periods of time, take a break to walk around, lie down or just stretch your legs.
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   Step 8: Wear support hose, particularly maternity support hose. Avoid stockings or socks with restrictive bands around the ankles or legs.
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   Step 9: At night, keep your feet elevated. You can also put ice packs on your feet to make them more comfortable.
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    Step 10: Go swimming or participate in water aerobics.  This will allow you to get mild exercise easier, which reduces your edema. It is also refreshing to be able to move your knees and ankles without strain - even if only while you're in the water!
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    Step 11: Take several hot baths or saunas during the week. Do not do this if you are still pregnant however, as you don't want to overheat and risk damaging your unborn child. Use your bath time to stretch your muscles, pointing and flexing your feet.
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    Step 12: Ensure you are getting plenty of the following vitamins and minerals: vitamin B complex (reduces water retention), vitamin C with bioflavonoids (improves adrenal function), calcium - magnesium - zinc complex (replaces minerals lost through fighting edema), kelp (improves thyroid function), bromelain (aids digestion and metabolism), vitamin E (aids circulation), potassium (helps keep body fluids in cell walls).
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    Step 13: If you have already given birth, you may follow a fasting program to flush excess water from your tissues. You may wish to consult your doctor before doing this if you are nursing your child.

3 days Postpartum

(pssst... yes, I did it - I stepped on the scale)

I'm not sure my exact highest point of weight at home because I hadn't been on the scale for a while and it varies from the one at the doctor by a few pounds for clothes and because I weigh in the morning.  Here's where I am 3 days after having BB:

Pre-pregnancy Weight:  128 lbs
Weight at Delivery:  165
Total Weight Gained:  37 lbs
3 days after delivery: 155 lbs
Weight lost: 10lbs; 27 lbs to go

I'm not thrilled about it, but I also know I had a LOT of IV fluid and am really puffy.  You have to start somewhere :)  My breasts are pretty engorged right now too.  I'm BFing and my milk is clearly coming in!

He's HERE!!!

My son (affectionately known to this blog as BB) arrived after quite the adventurous labor on Tuesday, April 6, 2010.  He weighed 7 lbs and 7oz and is 20 inches long and PERFECT!  We haven't stopped smiling.

My water broke in the parking lot of Econoprint and soon after, we were off to the hospital.  Unfortunately, my labor didn't start up and after walking 10 miles in the halls of the hospital and experiencing a lot of frustration, we started pitocin at 2 a.m.  I was determined to go natural, but ended up taking a few doses of staydol to help me rest up before the pitocin really kicked in.

When it kicked in, it did hard!  Apparently, BB was lying transverse and it caused me horrible back labor.  It was unreal.  They had to turn him so he could finally be born -- causing me to rethink my position on natural childbirth.  Thankfully, this is the last one, so I shouldn't have to worry about it again.

We all made it out alive and finally got some rest.  We came home late Wednesday and the girl joined us after school on Thursday.  My family feels complete. Hubby is so overjoyed at being a father.  And, the girls are adjusting well -- overly eager to help.

Unrealistic Expectations

I'm writing this post BEFORE I begin my weight loss journey to divulge a little secret of mine.  I have unrealistic expectations about my post baby body.  I have been online window shopping for new clothes and even swimwear.  After two previous journeys of similar nature, you would think I might pull my head out of the clouds and realize what will be reality -- that I'll be chunky until at least October.  But, let me show you my cousin -- whom I love madly.  She's the sweetest girl ever.  She and her two skinny mini gorgeous model sisters give me (false) hope!!! Her older sister Kate bounced back just like she did to super model form after birth, but I don't have any pics of her handy -- and I'm sure the youngest (who is also a complete knock out) will experience similar luck due to this family's apparent superior genetics (we're related... how did I miss out???).

I love you Joy -- but I'm insanely jealous - her pic was taken at 3 weeks postpartum.

Impatience is NOT a virtue!

Patience is something everyone woman who is 36 plus weeks pregnant lacks.  Every stomach twinge or cramp causes her to take pause and glance at a nearby clock.  After months of being sedentary, she has the spontaneous urge for long walks.  She demands spicy cuisine, eggplant Parmesan and romaine and vinegar.  Every wipe in the bathroom is followed with a quick glance for a mucus plus -- and once embarrassing incontinence is almost welcomed with a glimmer of hope -- what if.... ???

The ninth month.   90 percent of my maternity wear is too small.  I asked my eldest to tie my shoes yesterday and I had to sit and catch my breath after climbing a short flight of stairs.

It's no wonder we cling to the hope that sex and semen's minimal percentages of natural pitocin or raspberry leaf tea will be the miracle cure.  We know that labor is long and painful, but at this point, it's inevitable and we crave the ending of one form of discomfort for a larger one.

To Sweep or Not to Sweep

That WAS the question.  About a week ago, my midwife offered to do a procedure called a membrane sweep or stripping of the membranes for this week's appointment.  Although this procedure is fairly common place and this is my third pregnancy, I have not ever had it done - to my knowledge (sometimes OBs and midwives have been known to perform it without asking first). 

There were only a few moments where I considered NOT having it done, and mostly it was because jump-starting the labor would mean I might not get all of my work assignments done like I had hoped.  But, I chose to do it anyhow because when you get to week 38 you start feeling like you will be pregnant for the rest of your life.... :)

For those of you unsure, here's the quick definition of a membrane sweep:  Membrane sweeping is done by your midwife or doctor. While internally examining you, she will simply "sweep" a finger around your cervix (neck of your womb). The aim is to separate the membranes around your baby from your cervix. This releases hormones called prostaglandins, which may kick-start your labour.

I read this online and my midwife assured me it was basically like a rigorous exam and that it would be uncomfortable.  My opinion -- well, it was uncomfortable and while I envisioned it take a couple of seconds, I swear she was digging around in there for a few minutes.  It didn't feel good and I was tense -- I was probably more tense because I was certain at some point I'd experience sharp, unbearable pains - that didn't ever happen.  When she removed her glove, it was bloody.

Immediately after the exam, she got me a panty-liner.  And, I started to get up, but I felt awful - physically like I had been assaulted.  My husband had accompanied me to my exam and I was trying to get my panties on - he told me to stop and take a minute.  I could hardly stand or walk on my own.  It wasn't sharp pains, but more like some of the worst period cramps in my life.  The worst part for me was that it was 9am and I had to be at work.  I sat in my office chair all day cramping like that.  I didn't even get up to eat lunch because moving made it worse.  Finally, around 3 pm I had enough and left for the day.

I slept once I got home and continued cramping and spotting that night.  The next day, I still had lots of spotting, but it turned brownish and more mucusy.  It was gross.  I had to change my panties once and another time it was so bad I had to change my sweat pants too.  But, I got out and did my Easter shopping finished as it was Good Friday and I was worried I might not have another chance. 

The shopping got some contractions going and when I got home, I started tidying up details and picking up our bedroom, finishing laundry, etc... just in case.  Sadly, my labor contractions dissipated as the evening went on.  I was disappointed. 

And, as I laid in bed this morning I asked my husband if I still haven't had the baby by next Friday (39 weeks 3 days) if he thinks I should do the sweep again -- he said yes.  And, I have to agree.  Because you have to feel like you're doing something.