Monday, March 22, 2010, it all changed.
That was the day that Ryan & I learned we were definitely expecting. We had an idea over the weekend. I was supposed to race the North Carolina Half-Marathon in High Point, NC on Saturday, but got horribly sick on Friday, so didn’t. The reason was because on Thursday night I started an antibiotic prescription. Warning- you’re NOT supposed to take antibiotics while pregnant! My body totally rejected the meds, making me food poisoning-like sick. The only reason I didn’t run the race was because I was so sore from getting sick that it hurt to even stand straight- seriously. I was so upset since I had trained to not just run it, but race it.
One of the most frequent questions we got was, were you trying? Not necessarily. Due to medical reasons I could no longer use most forms of birth control and Ryan had his own issues which, combined, made us worried that we would have trouble getting pregnant. The previous fall I was told by my OBGYN that I may have difficulty getting pregnant because of THIS. With that, we weren’t actively trying, YET, but weren’t preventing either. We figured we would leave it in God’s hands. If it was meant to be, it would be and it’ll happen when it happens.
After all that sickness (and being irritated from missing the race) we thought- we couldn’t be pregnant could we? Figuring there were only 2 possible days, sorry for the T.M.I. , we didn’t think so. Ryan ran out for a test, just in case. The results…
Our reaction, “WHAT? That is not a very clear plus.” So Ryan actually ran out again…
I sent those pics to my sister and her immediate response was, “You’re freakin’ pregnant!!!”
We went to the Dr. first thing Monday morning and sure enough, we were 5 weeks pregnant! The lines/pluses were so light because it was still so early in our pregnancy.
We went back a few weeks later for a more formal Dr. visit in which we got to hear the heartbeat and see the ultrasound. The heartbeat was a high 172 and the ultrasound…
I was AMAZED that it (eventually she) was already so developed. I didn’t expect to already see tiny little hands and everything- Crazy!
Here I am at 11 weeks…
… then at 16 weeks…
My birthday, June 11, was the first time I felt the baby move. my heart sank. I was so overwhelmed with joy. I hadn’t felt like it was all real until that moment. How sweet that it was on my birthday too!
We went back to the Dr. again around 18 weeks (around mid-June) to find out the sex. We both had an instinct that it was a boy… we were wrong.
DO NOT TRUST OLD WIVES TALES! haha!
I didn’t have any crazy craving during the first trimester, but was VERY tired. By very I mean I slept in until 10:30am and then barely make it to the couch for a nap.
Here I am at 19 weeks…
A few weeks into the second trimester I finally had more energy. I was still running, instructing spinning classes and feeling great!
Here I am at 21 weeks (with my amazing sister)…
Then at 25 weeks (with my niece, Anna, comparing bellies)…
Her ‘balloon’ belly trumps mine. So sweet =)
Here I am at 28 weeks…
At 32 weeks pregnant we drove up to Michigan (where our entire family is located) for the Baby Shower. Talk about overwhelming. Nothing like having a huge room full of people staring at you while you open a ridiculous amount of gifts! See Ryan in there?
We were so thankful to have so many wonderful friends and family members to help us get ready for Riley. We were given so many amazing gifts and all I could think was, “How the heck are we going to get all this back to NC?!?!”
Here I am at 34 weeks…
… and 35 weeks…
At 37 weeks pregnant, with only 3 weeks to go, my body was starting to struggle with running. I was getting what I believed to be mild shin splints and some lower belly pain. I figured it was time to cut it down even more. I did a few more walk/runs this week, but dialed it back to just walking by weeks end.
As mentioned, my pregnancy was rather uneventful. I felt great the entire time and never once (besides the weekend we found out) got sick. Then we hit 38 weeks. I had a weird pain in my chest the one night, only to wake up in the wee hours of the morning with it so bad that I felt short of breath. It really freaked me out. Finally, around 11am, I couldn’t take it anymore and called my Dr. I had called my sister first (my go to as she has 2 kids of her own) and she mentioned a few things, including heartburn. I went into the Dr- better safe than sorry. While sitting in the waiting room the pain had gotten so bad that I was fighting back tears.
The result? It was just heartburn, what a chump! I can’t believe some people deal with that EVERYDAY! I would lose it… for real. I took heartburn meds religiously for the next week, only to get very mild pains one other time.
At 39 weeks pregnant, with only one week to go, I was still spinning. After teaching my usual back-to-back afternoon classes I called my Mom on my way home. I told her I was tired and she said something that really hit home.
“You do realize that when you go into labor you’re going to need every last ounce of energy you have, don’t you? You really should stop and save it for the big day.”
Wow… Mom just made me realize that the big day was, well… ANY DAY. I called my gym and told them that I thought I was done. They had asked me every other week for the past 4 months, so I think they were almost relieved too =)
Here I am during week 39. 2 days to go…
Next thing we knew it was November 17, 2010 - MY DUE DATE.
We went to the Dr. for our full term appointment. Dr. Wilson (phenomenal Dr. by the way) said that he didn’t agree with the other Drs in thinking that Riley was in the head down position and wanted to do an ultrasound. The device had barely touched my belly when he said, “Yep, that is her head in your ribs- she is breech. You want to have a baby now or in the morning?” Um… HUH?!?! Even though we were full term and could’ve had Riley 3 weeks ago, we were shocked it was here. Because of my fore-mentioned uterus issue, they don’t chance turning the baby; it is an automatic c-section. I was slightly bummed, as I had planned to go au naturale, but the thought of having it over quickly and not having to push something out of “there” suddenly sounded great. Game on.
We scheduled the c-section for the next morning, then went home to finish packing and put the finishing touches on all things at home (which means crazy Christie/Monica Gellar had to clean every possible inch of the house one last time).
The next morning we drove to the hospital in dead silence. We were so giddy with excitement that we couldn’t even talk.
The prep-work for surgery included a bunch of test, one of which included them checking for contractions and what not. The nurse asked, “have you been having any contractions at all?” I replied, “I don’t think so.” She said, “You are right now. I was just wondering if you could feel it.” Oh. My bad.
Next thing we knew, Riley Kathleen was here. It was the happiest day of our lives.
All-in-all I had a wonderful pregnancy. I am one of those women that loved it and look forward to doing it all over again. I honestly think it went so well because I continued to run, well workout in general, and ate as healthy as I could… majority of the time
To read about Riley’s actual birth, CLICK HERE.