Christmas all by ourselves

So, I can't travel and no one is coming to the SAV for the holiday.  Yes, we are alone for Christmas.  Sad, but it's kind of peaceful.  We're throwing a Christmas Eve dinner for 10 and then heading over to Chuck and Jen's on the 25th. 

Clients are amazing and they are all very generous at Christmas.  The sweets keep stacking up in my kitchen - I'm hauling a bagload over to the gym - maybe Employee Health will raid them in the break room.  Lord knows I don't need anymore sugar - not with the diabetes test coming up next week.

Weight has crepped up to 138lbs.  The pregnancy weight trackers say I'm at the top-end of the weight gain scale - I give them all the finger.  I feel okay - sleep is a bit restless - peeing all the time.  Baby Bell is still kicking away.  Bret says he'd like him to be a field goal kicker.  I keep reminding him of Ace Ventura.

Here's a pic my sis took last weekend in Clemson

Party on Wayne

Well tis the season for holiday parties!  Friday night was dinner with the Reeves and a celebratory drink at Circa for Mark Konter's birthday.  Circa became very crowded, so I dragged Breton out before things got too rowdy.  7 months and bar-hopping?  Stay classy A.

Saturday night was Dana and Russ's annual White Elephant throw down.  WOW - amazing soiree - we had a blast.  Bret came home with a pink Christmas tree and I was bestowed a wall-mount guitar clock.  It's going to look great in Baby Bell's room. 

This morning, I swam for the first time since I can remember.  It was tough - muscles pulling a lot - but I managed a good 50 minutes in the water while listening to a fantastic This American Life on my rockin' SwimP3.  Also, a big thanks to one of my clients for giving me a very old one piece.  She used to wear it when she was 20lbs heavier.  It makes me happy that I helped her lose the weight - but isn't it bizarre that I'm now the one fitting into it?

Weight is holding at 135lbs. My sciatic nerve on my left side is killing me.  I look like a freakin' torpedo.  Check it out:

Gloucester, clients, parents, whale-like

Gloucester was wonderful - it was truly amazing to see our niece/nephew bounce around.  They are the cutest - and that little Maggie - wow - what a kid.  Check these out:

Clients are awesome - busier than ever - client gifts are ready to go, so I'm ahead of the game this year.  Weight is holding steady at a cool 132.5, although I'll tell Joe tomorrow that it's 130lbs.  I did a few MVE moves with my class tonight and I felt whale-like trying to get my ass up on the chair.  Even at a level 4, I still sucked- and sucked wind, as my heart was beating out of my chest.  The class rocked it  - that's what an extra 20lbs will do to a girl, I guess.

My parents are coming tomorrow - I am really psyched to have them here.  Mom and I are heading to a breast-feeding class on Saturday while Bret/dad put the nursery together.  Fun times -

I wish this big baby boy would stop kicking me in the bladder.

Breaking the mark

I finally broke 130lbs.  A wee bit anxious - but I'm eating healthier than I was before pregnancy - so I'm feeling okay.  My taste buds like spinach salads again and my super client gave me a great recipe for black bean/turkey chili.  Yup - still on the chili.  In fact, we went to Green Truck Pub last night - I've been dying to try their homemade veggie burger.  And whaddya know - it comes topped with....CHILI.  Oh God - my dream-come-true.  It didn't go quite as planned.  I scarfed half a burger down and promptly barfed it back up.  However, Breton raced me home in time to vomit in my own toilet - he's so awesome - and speedy on the Truman too.

I also finally got asked last week if I was pregnant with twins.  Luckily - it was asked by a snarky old man so I couldn't lay the smack-down on him.  But I am going to pull him aside tomorrow and tell him that he's rude.  What a douche. 

We're heading to Gloucester for Thanksgiving - I'm looking forward to the time off.  Work has been brutal, but I'm thankful this year for every client!  Even the whiners....:)

Boy oh BOY!

Can't belive it - finally - it's a boy!  We are so excited.  No names yet - we're still fighting over it.  Bret wants to name him after a baseball player (not Big Poppie or Nomar, thank God).  I have a different opinion - but we'll wait till he comes out and we'll see what he looks like.  Sonja Fishkind of Art Cake Co. did an amazing job on the cake - it was absolutely delicious.  Took me 12 hours to finish it.  That's it - just 12.

We had our 20 week ultrasound last week.  Baby Bell is measuring 6 days early - a growing boy, that's what we like.  My weight is hovering at 129lbs.  Crisis mode sets in at 130lb, so I'm almost there.  Watch out Bret - it's going to be dangerous.  I wouldn't even allow the nurse to weigh me.  I closed the door, took off all of my clothes and did it myself.  My doc was quite amused.

Exercise is still going well, although it pulls on my tummy to do a jog.  Stopping that and switching to a really fast walk.  I should get a maternity speedo and start swimming again.  That'll be next week's goal.  Still into chili.

Bob Ross and the Potato

It's 19 weeks.  Bret and I went to Christy and Brad's Halloween party last Saturday.  I had such a sober blast - their house was decorated like I've never seen- totally amazing.  I won the costume contest - but I think everyone just felt sorry for preggo.  Apparently this is the year to dress as a sexy vampire...b/c everyone was totally beautiful and vamped out.  And then here I come...a potato.  It was fun - everyone loved the boldness of the bare belly.  Bret was Bob Ross -he loves this costume and wears it well. 

Weight is steady - up to 126lbs and feeling good about it.  I've increased my cardio and weight training to about 50min. a day, now that I'm feeling normal in the morning - but the intensity is way down.  I have a new-found love for chili.  I want it all the time.  I made a healthy low-sodium crock pot batch and it turned out great.  Still looking for spicy recipes - send 'em if you got 'em.  My other love is one of my client's Chicken Divan Soup - I did the low fat cream cheese and low fat/sodium chicken broth.  I also decreased the chicken broth to about 40oz.

Creamy chicken divan soup

2Tbsp butter 

1 med sweet onion chopped

1 glove garlic,chopped

1/4 tsp dried crushed red pepper

1 (48 oz) container chicken broth

2 (12 oz) packages fresh broccoli florets (about 12 cups)

1 (8 0z) package cream cheese, cut in cubes

4 cups cooked chopped chicken

1 ( 8oz) block sharp cheddar cheese, shredded

salt and pepper

toasted slivered almonds (optional)

Melt butter. Add onion and cook until tender. Add garlic and red pepper and cook 2 minutes. Stir in chicken broth and broccoli. Cover and bring to a boil, reduce heat

and cook 10 to 15 minutes or until broccoli is tender. Stir in cream cheese.

Process mixture with a handheld blender until smooth. Add chicken and shredded cheese. Cook until cheese is melted. Season with salt and pepper.

Been a long long time

Time for some updates.  We are 17.5 weeks and I'm feeling pretty good during the mornings/afternoons.  The nights are still really tough - lots of stomach upset going on.  The good news is - my diet is slowly getting back to pre-preggo standards.  I'm incorporating lots of good fruits (still not a lot of veggies - unless pureed in Chicken Divan Soup).  No more Frosty's, french fries...blah blah ...artery clogging crap.  I still dream about a big fat toasted Poppyseed bagel with veggie cream cheese from Midtown Deli - but alas - I've cut those out as well.  Bret finally made me smile for the camera - although this one looks like I fell asleep (which I am likely to do at any time during the day).  Keep in mind that I have Lulu Boob pads in - so the chest is quite deceiving.
The comment I hear most throughout the days...."Wow - you can actually tell you're pregnant!"   That's nice.

My bump...my bump my bump my bump

My Icee machine arrived!  But NO SYRUP.  So I just made crushed ice with a Coke. 
My baby bump is officially noticeable.  I'll post a pic soon - but the comments are pretty hilarious.  Just once, I want someone to say "wow - you just look awesome"  instead of:
1.  "Hey momma - look at that tummy"
2.  "Wow   - you popped over the weekend"
3.  "How could you have grown this much since last week?"
4.  My favorite:  "Girlfriend, your tummy is growin' - and so is your butt.  But for black people, that's good - we like a round behind." (I started crying after this one - and yes, someone really said this to me).

Gifts, Dawgs, and Icees

I knew this blog would be too much for me to keep up with.  So here's a summary of everything:
I did a great job last week with the no ralphing.  I say "last week" b/c this morning I had a bad case of the dry heaves, not sure why.  The Phenergan at night is a lifesaver, but it's hard to keep down about a 1/2 hour after swallowing the pill.

One of my favorite clients gave me such a cutie gift.  I was hoping it would help our Dawgs win over the Hogs, but alas, not even adorable baby clothes could pull them through that horrid loss on Saturday.  Such a bummer. 

I'm addicted to Icee's  - or as my Yankee husband calls them - slushies.  I had one from Target today - the closest place I could find.  But not close enough.  So I ordered a home Icee maker from Amazon.  I'm SO SO psyched about this gifty to myself.  Can't wait for it to arrive - I'll take some pics of the first Coke Icee.

I bought a body pillow from BBB.  This thing is like a freakin' human body - it's so long and heavy.  I woke up last night yelling at Bret to move over.  Then I realized it was the new pillow and I snuggled closer.  Ahhh...good night's sleep.

We had our 13 week ultrasound and everything looked great.  Joe is putting me on Nexium to try and quell this acid reflux.  As my husband would say "that reflux is a wicked pissah."  But I think he's really making fun of himself.

One of the pics is of the Rice Krispie treats I made today.  WHO DOES THIS?  What normal person makes a 9X13 pan of treats and then eats HALF of them in an hour.  Such gooey goodness.  Can't wait for the gestational diabetes test.  Think I know how that one's gonna come out.

The last pic I threw in is of Winslow Homer.  Just b/c I think he's 95lbs of adorable.

Could it be?

Sunday night was putrid.  It started at 11:30pm with a bit of vomiting and went full-blown through the night till 5am.  I was zombified on Monday - had to cancel a few clients just so I could try and sleep.  On advice from my awesome clients, I finally took 1/2 a Phenergan last night and slept like a child.  10 hours!  I feel so much better today and want to eat everything in sight.  Could this be the turning point?  The magical morning where I wake up and there's no barfing in the kitchen sink?  Bret is praying that it is. 

Speaking of Bret Bell - he had his twin (huge cyst) removed from his back yesterday.  Now he has packing in the cyst space.  I couldn't even think about it this morning as he changed the dressing - makes for an extreme barf-fest.  He thought it was funny.

A Laboring Day

Weight: 117
Exercise:  30 minutes stationary bike/ 15 minutes MVE legs
Food:
Usual breakfast
8:30am:  2 waffles
10:30am:  1/4 cup spaghetti
12pm:  Lean Cuisine Lasagna
2pm: Trail mix bar
3pm:  nectarine
5pm:  red apple
7pm:  Tortellini (1/2 cup) with carrots and zuchinni
7:30pm:  chocolate ice cream 1/2 cup

Labor Day weekend was a ton of fun.  Spent it up at the Lake - saw the entire fam and everyone was in good spirits.  Love my client who went to Charlotte and brought me SIX boxes of Trader Joe soy dogs.  I could only take 4 home b/c my freezer is full of......waffles.  Weight feels great - trying to incorporate more fruits into the diet.  Veggies are still my nemesis.  Bret is in ATL this week, so Winslow Homer and I will be hunkering down and working our tails off.  I'm still feeling bleck - started on Pepcid this morning, but the reflux is torture.  I think I freaked out the bunko group last night with my extreme belching.  I tried to keep my mouth closed, but the wretched sounds were unmistakable.  I'm a gas factory - at least it's going up....and not down.

I dream of waffles

Waffles are my new fav.  I asked Bret to get a box while he was grocery shopping and this shot is what he came back with.  I was unaware he was going to Sam's Club to grocery shop - and apparently he forgot that our freezer is 3ft X 2 ft.  Anyone who knows what our fridge looks like (it's a 1957 GE Wallmount) can just imagine a freezer full of waffles and nothing else.  But they are buttery and yummy and I ate 4 today.

The weekend was tough.  I started getting sick again, so that's not been fun at all.  I'm into the 12th week - so I'm hoping this will end asap.  I can't keep throwing myself an eternal pity party - it's getting old.  And I know my clients are sick (no pun intended) of hearing about it.

Speaking of clients....one of my amazos (that's an amazing client..), gave me an entire box of rockin' maternity clothes!  Very very generous and they are CUTE. 

Weight:  116.5

Food: Mostly waffles.  The end.

Hey Mama...

This is my new favorite phrase (do you detect sarcasm?).  I walk in the room and a client says "Hey mama...look at you!!!" and points to my belly.  Really?  Look at what?  Ummm...as far as I can tell, there's no bump there. 

Today had to be better than yesterday.  I got "reported" (what the hell does that mean?  I'm a contractor, people, and I MAKE the hospital $$$!) because apparently I was rude to someone who walked into my spin class seven minutes late.  Well here's why:
1.  First time spinner - walks in late - pitch black - loud music.  Great.  I stop everything to try and set her up.  I admit I was a little huffy.
2.  First time spinner and friend proceed to talk through my entire class.  Halfway through I tell them (over the mic) to please take the conversation outside if it's that important
3.  First time spinner will not listen when I tell her to "stay in the saddle...honey"

So yes - I was a bit rude.  One of my clients said it was tough love.  I also told the entire class that I was constipated.  Most of them laughed.  First time spinner did not.  Lighten up woman - maybe you need an easier class.  Or an enema - I know I do.

Weight:  116.5 (climbing slowly - I'm good with it)
Food: 
6am:  same breakfast
8am:  Package of Lorna Doone cookies from JEA vending
10:30am:  Trader Joe's corn dog (thanks to Sharon - my savior)
11:30am:  1.5 cups of pasta
A few jolly ranchers
1pm:  Granola bar
2:30pm:  slice of Bret's veggie pizza
4:00pm:  banana
5:30pm:  slice of Bret's veggie pizza
7pm:  Lean Cuisine Lasagna

Asheville Asheville hippy granola crunch

August 25, 2010

Weight:  116.0

We were in Asheville last week/weekend, so the blog took a back seat.  But I'm back and ready for more carbs.  Pilates training in Asheville was amazing.  I'm now certified to teach Pre/Post Natal Pilates (including apparatus work) - so that's fun.  There was another girl in my class also in her first trimester.  She was even more sick than I was.  I got great joy from this.

Eating is a total disaster.  I feel gross - still vomiting a lot during the day.  I used to go down to the little coffee shop in the building to get a caffeine jolt and I would watch these people ordering bagels, cinnabuns, danish, etc.  I would think to myself..."do these people know what they're putting in their mouths??  The sugar, the fake crap, etc."   I am now one of those very people.  I love the honey wheat bagel with light cream cheese.  I quickly hide this goodness in the brown paper bag like I'm buying a bottle of Mad Dog at 10am.  I haven't had a bagel in YEARS.  So here's the damage:

5am:  same old breakfast - greek blah blah blueberries blah blah
7am: granola bar
8:30am:  1/2 piece of Bret's veggie pizza
10am:  BAGEL.  Awesome yumminess
11:30am:  few bites of spaghetti I brought from home
1pm:  5 Lifesavers (I'm addicted now)
3pm:  Lean Pocket Pizza (SO SO good.  SO SO bad.)

I'll probably do more pasta for dinner or maybe try to get some chicken in my gullet.  Bret says I need more veggies.  I'm going to eat a banana now.  I'm counting that as a veggie. 

My fav cookies

August 16, 2010


Weight: 115.5

Exercise: MVE chair legs, taught pretty hardcore spinning class

Food:

5:30am: greek yogurt, blueberries, kashi

8am: ½ granola bar

9am: ½ pb & j

10:30am: ½ granola bar

11:30am: 1 cup spaghetti with sauce

1:30pm: 1 cup spaghetti with Bret’s turkey meat sauce

3:45pm: ½ cup tube pasta with parm only

5:30pm: Pluot

6:30pm: 3 merengue cookies

7pm: Weight watchers mac and cheese



So I’m still in carb-overload but I don’t care anymore. My weight and muscle tone are doing fine and I feel like I’m getting at least some variety with the fruits and grains. Missing a lot of veggies, though. I’m trying to figure out how to incorporate them. Must puree, I think. My angel client, Diane, left my favorite cookies on my front door step – what a surprise! I ate two before I put the key in the lock. And two more before I pet the dog.

A scale seems appropriate

August 15, 2010


Weight: 115.5

Exercise: weight lifting in the bedroom. Morning walk/run with Bret and Winslow: 30 minutes

Food:

7am: banana with peanut butter

9am: greek yogurt, kashi, strawberries

11am: 1 cup spaghetti with sauce and parm

12:30pm: ½ cup spaghetti with sauce and parm

2pm: handful s of popcorn at movie and a pluot AND a granola bar (had it in my purse)

4pm: small coke icey from Target

5:30pm: ½ cup spaghetti with sauce and parm (are we seeing a sick pattern here?)

So we’re starting to see this carb pattern getting progressively worse. So much pasta – so little time. I’m trying to incorporate some veggies in the way of pureeing them and dumping them into the yummy marinara sauce.

We saw Inception today and I ate some delicious movie popcorn. Then we went to Target so I could buy a scale. Awesome idea.

I heart Gloucester

August 13, 2010


Weight 115.5

Exercise: Kickboxing drills/Pilates

Menu:

5:30am: banana with peanut butter (I strayed! Out of yogurt )

8am: Trail mix granola bar

9:30am: ½ pb& j – threw it up

10:30am: weight watchers pizza

12:30pm: weight watchers frozen spaghetti

3pm: Watermelon

4:30pm: ½ pb & j

Dinner party tonight at Amanda and Josh’s

Well, it’s been a LONG time. I initially wanted to update this blog daily, but it’s just too much damn work. Here’s the update:

Went to Gloucester last weekend - it was amazing, but I was so sick the entire trip. I have found the superfood my body craves….PIZZA. Can we bold that and put little stars around the word? I have deprived myself of carbs for nearly a year and now it’s all I can get my hands on. Paleo diet…I love you. I miss you and will see you again in the second trimester. But for now, I want pizza, bread, pasta – everything I said I wouldn’t eat. It’s not that I crave it. But rather it’s the only thing I don’t regurge. So I figured it’d be nice for baby bell to get some sort of nutritional something instead of grasping at bile and the nastiness that resides in my gut 24/7.

Most of my clients know. Why so early you ask? Well, try training every hour, back to back – and then having to barf (quickly) in the two minutes you can put the client on the treadmill at the beginning of their workout. The blood vessels in my eyes are bursting – I look haggard. One of my clients asked why I was so puffy. Dammit.

Clients have been great – everyone’s excited – but I’m not quite feeling the connection yet. I’m hoping I will after our third ultrasound next week. Bret’s still shooting me in the ass every night with the thick motor oil my doc calls progesterone. Last night, he missed and then jabbed the needle into the previous night’s spot. I sobbed and asked God what we had done. He hasn’t answered yet….

I feel fat and gross. I really am puffy.

Sharon and my ass

August 2, 2010


Weight: 112.6

Sharon and I went to the SCW Fitness conference in Atlanta over the weekend. I was very winded and nauseated the entire time, but managed to suck down some Mellow Mushroom and enjoy a few great classes (I’m addicted to beaming). We also had dinner with the great Amy Jackson Roscoe – it was long overdue – I miss my college friend so much.

So Sharon played nurse and stuck me in the ass with the progesterone needles. She was great – but I know she was damn nervous. But she’s got to know that nothing phases me after 3 kidney stone (2 passed, one surgically removed). My eating was okay – yogurt parfaits for lunch – a slice of pizza for dinner. Saltines were the main staple, though – since I’m in a carb coma most days.

Today Bret and I went in for our second ultrasound. We saw a heartbeat! Cool! No crying, sobbing, heaving myself around his neck in disbelief….just cool. Not sure if I should be more excited. I’m just so damn sick. Not tired - just sick.

Food: I’m getting worse and worse at this whole eating healthy plan. NOTHING sounds good. Ugh.

Breakfast (5:30pm) ½ cup of greek yogurt, handful of blueberries, sprinkle of kashi and a ¼ tsp of Peanut butter (what a surprise)

8am: rice krispie bar

9:30am: banana

11:30am: soy corn dog

1:30pm: 5 soy nuggets

3:30pm: ½ Lara bar

5:30pm: McDonald’s ice cream cone and ½ a Bret Bell quesadilla

Bring on the barf

July 27, 2010


Weight 112.2

Threw up and threw the Paleo diet out the window today. This morning I barfed up a banana – yes, it looks the same – it was quite immediate.

Bret and I saw Dr. Joe yesterday for an early ultrasound to see if we could detect the “sac.” Saw the sac! Holy shit – It’s real. I’m 5 weeks, 4 days. I feel like I’m 6 months. Bloated to the gills and breathing hard just doing a bicep curl. The diet today was a disaster.

Breakfast (5:30pm) ½ cup of greek yogurt, handful of blueberries, sprinkle of kashi and a ¼ tsp of Peanut butter

Snacks

8am – banana – threw it up

9am – mini-bag of stacy’s pita chips (totally got this out of the vending machine at the JEA)

10:30am – Handful of almonds - ½ a sprite (I know, totally sinful)

1pm – ¾ cup of rotisserie chicken

3pm – Two Smart Cookie – other ½ of Sprite (brought in for my birthday)

4pm – a few almonds

5pm – ½ of a Two Smart Cookie (getting disastrous)

6:45pm – 1 cup of Bret’s Paleo jambalaya

Exercise: Light Senior Aerobics, and ½ of bootcamp camp

Turning 34 and crying

July 25, 2010


Weight: 112.0

It’s my birthday today. I’ve cried all day long – I know it’s the hormones. Or is it that I’m 34? Well, whatever it is – it doesn’t feel like a birthday. We had a great weekend with my parents/sister. They’re totally psyched about a Baby Bell, but I’m feeling like absolute crap. Still terribly crampy – nothing is calming the waves of crampiness that come every hour. As far as eating and exercising over the past few days – the exercise has been light treadmill work and home weights. The eating was okay – not great. Salmon for birthday dinner last night and a small slice of Carvel cake were my indulgences. Back to the diary tomorrow.

Freak out

July 20, 2010


Weight: 112.2

Today was a bit better – scheduled my first ultrasound for August 2nd. It’s real – this is freaking me out. I’m still starving. It’s very hard to keep this thing from my clients. I’m bloated to the gills – you could float me down the Savannah River right now. I’m wearing bigger shirts. Luckily, my legs still look okay and my face isn’t moonie.

Breakfast (5:30am) : Greek yogurt with kashi, blueberries, and a tsp of almond butter (you’ll notice I rarely stray from my usual breakfast)

Snacks at work:

banana (8am)

handful of almonds (9:30am)

Apple (10:30am)

Lunch (11:30am) Soy Dog, hard boiled egg

Pear (1pm)

Plum (3pm)

Handful of cherries (6:15pm)

Dinner (7pm) cup of rotisserie chicken, 1 cup sweet potato fries, handful of kashi

Exercise: Taught boot camp at 4pm. Didn’t work too hard, though. I’m thinking I need more veggies. I loathe veggies.

Moving on...

July 19, 2010


Weight 112.3

Well, I’ve had a few complications with bleeding, progesterone levels, etc. so I’ve strayed from the blog a bit. But we’re back and things are looking good. Doc says I’m about 5 weeks. I’ve got a voracious appetite, not peeing as much. My weight is down a few pounds, but I think that’s because my body decided, this morning, to evacuate all the crap I ate in Hilton Head last weekend. Two pounds worth? Yikes.

5:30am Breakfast: Greek yogurt with kashi, blueberries, and a tsp of almond butter

Snacks at work:

banana (8:30am)

5 almonds (10:30am)

hard boiled egg, peach (11:20am)

2 long carrots (1pm)

2:30pm Lunch: 1 soy corn dog, 1 cup rotisserie chicken, wedge of watermelon, 5 chips with salsa, handful of Kashi

Snacks at work: plum (5:30pm)

Dinner (7:45pm) small spinach salad with tomatoes, ¼ cup rotisserie chicken, and feta. Raspberry Walnut salad dressing. Handful of Kashi cereal for dessert

Exercise: Taught a spin class – but sucked wind. Made it look like I was riding tough – very deceiving to the client. Worked up a bit of a sweat but didn’t want to overdo it.

Holy.....

Weight: 114.4



Well this is the first day. The first whack at this blog – the trainer is finally pregnant. It’s not that we didn’t want kids, we just weren’t really trying. Then we started trying and bam! It happened. I’m writing a day by day (or whenever I can write it) journal, not so that you can follow my every move – but to see if I can do this pregnancy paleo style. That means cutting out a BUNCH of stuff and incorporating milder exercise.



Since Jan. 1, Bret and I have been trying to follow a “paleo” style of eating. Basically, we eat: meat, fish, veggies, fruit and nuts. We also incorporate eggs. While we’re vigilant during the week, we tend to stray when the weekends come around. There’s just too much good shit out there. Note: I also love veggie corn dogs, when I can get my hands on them (You suck Morningstar – Trader Joe’s rules).



I’ve watched many a friend gain many a pound in their pregnancies. Yes, I know nourishment is key, but the right kind of foods, right?? Can I stay away from the crap – the packaged stuff – the sugar, flour, carbs, etc.? Will I crave it? Will fruit hit the spot? I don’t know – but that’s what I’m going to find out.



So here ‘tis. Day # 1 (or so I think – I have no idea how far along I am)

I wake up at 5am to teach the 6am boot camp class. I say “teach” – but what I really mean is “tell the clients what to do while I watch them.” I do this:

A. b/c my ankle is crap and I can’t do any jumping, running, etc. and

B. b/c I have clients all throughout the day and don’t want to take another shower.

So, I get up at 5am, shower and put on my black Lucy pants and a cute LuLu top I found in the back of my closet. I haven’t worn this top in oh…2-3 months, but whatever – I throw it on. “Throw” is not the optimal word. I inch it down over my boobs – which seem to have grown larger than my “almost A” cup. OH SHIT. That was the moment. My OH SHIT moment. I dashed into the guest bathroom – whipped out a CVS preg test and peed. Positive. HOLY cow – positive. I wake Bret up – he’s not convinced – he says the line is too light.



So I go to work (boobs in tow) – teach and train from 6am – 1:30pm and then break for lunch. I head over to the CVS and pick up an EPT. I am SOL. It’s positive too. I cry. Yup – that’s right. Not out of happiness, but out of “oh shit”-ness.

I eat some chopped grilled chicken with salsa and here I am. I have a call into my OB/GYN. I am peeing every 30 minutes. I am STARVING.

Food:

Breakfast: Greek yogurt with kashi cereal sprinkled on top

Hard boiled egg

8 carrot sticks

handful of cashews

1 cup of chopped chicken with salsa and tomatoes.

Dinner: pot stickers from Sams….ugh.

Exercise:

Pilates reformer work by myself and MVE work – 30 minutes