26 weeks and counting!

So I have been remiss in keeping up with the blog over the last several weeks. What can I say, Things have been rather hectic with an OnStage Dinner and then Jenn’s wedding in Tortola, I was basically running around just trying to make sure everything was done prior to our week long departure from the states. So here is a breakdown of the things that stand out in my head as being memorable/ traumatic.

#1. When I was in the 24th week, I went to see my doctor. This visit has scarred me tremendously. All is well with the bean, so no stressing on that front, but apparently I gained four lbs in four and a half weeks and the doc thought that I had gained too much weight. This is the same doctor who told me at the previous check up that over the next several weeks I would be gaining a pound a week. Well, I am no mathematician, but four pounds in four and a half weeks seems to me to be on track with what she told me. But oh no….when I asked her about it, she said well, we do say that but we don’t really mean a pound a week. Hmmmm…..she then proceeded to grill me as if she was Jillian Michaels and I was a fatty contestant on The Biggest Loser.
Fast food?
Enormous portions?
Soda?
Are you kidding me? Anyone who knows me even in the slightest knows what a freak I am about what goes into my body and what a freak I am about my weight. Needless to say I am now hyper conscious of my ever growing waistline and feel like a lard ass.

#2. Running is no longer merely uncomfortable, it hurts. This has been the most traumatic of the events that has occurred over the last two weeks. After two runs where I returned home in tears and utterly defeated by the agony, I have realized that if I am to continue to love running, then I am going to have to stop for the next 14 weeks before I run myself into utter misery.
Knowing myself as I do, I have given myself some running alternatives, though these have not been tear-free either.
The first alternate is the indoor trainer for my bike. After frustrating myself to the point of tears in trying to set up my bike on the trainer in the house, Zach swept in like a knight in shining-able-to-read-directions-armor and assembled it for me in a minute flat. Yes, this added to the frustration. Once it was all set up and secure I road happily for a half an hour while watching one of the worst shpws ever, “Little Miss Perfect”. It is one of the worst because those mothers that appear on the show are evil. Pure pageant evil. I love it.
The second alternative is going to the gym and doing the elliptical trainer for a boring and tedious half an hour. The hardest part of this one is not being totally self conscious at the gym as my dri-fit clothing is a bit snug these days. Not the most becoming, and I seem to sweat a lot these days; I think my body is just so used to being out in the fresh air that when it gets in an enclosed workout environment the sweat doesn’t dissipate at the same rate as before. I mostly feel sorry for the workout machine neighbors on that front.

#3 Went to Jenn Daul’s wedding on Tortola. This was lovely minus the whole beached on the beach thing and having to put on a swimsuit. And the sunburn. But I am happy to say that it was a once in a lifetime week that I will never forget.

So that pretty much sums up all the memorable and traumatic events that have occurred over the last few weeks. And if you are wondering where my weight gain is currently based on trauma number one, I have gained a total of 15 lbs….