Monday, January 12, 2015
Well, here I am at week #38 pregnant. I have every complaint any woman would have carrying an extra 25 pounds around plus all the usual aces and pains pregnant women have.
Last week I was sicker than a dog and I spent the week in bed. Unable to drive myself and because my doctor is two hours away, it was not until Thursday that I was able to get antibiotics. When I did show up at my doctors office, she told me to think February even though my due date is January 25.
How is that even possible?! My bike and all the gear I have does not even weight 25 pounds and I am supposed to walk around like this for the next two weeks, give or take.
I am much slower to get around these days and only committing to a few things that I know for sure I can get myself to.
It looks like my heart tattoo that reads, "XC" for cross country will be with me for generations. I have no plans to remove it but will have to be creative in my answer when Nathaniel says he wants one too.
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Well, I am almost there and I am so ready to indulge in one too many adult beverages. For now, I get to use my belly as a portable table. Da Mister does not seem to mind since I get to hold his drinks for him.
All in an effort to ensure labor and recovery is easier, I am still going to spin class, yoga, and swimming. Some days are easier than others. My logic is that if I am going to hurt laying on the couch, then I might as well hurt doing something that I like. I like telling the ladies in class that if I can keep spinning, then they can too. Talk about motivation.
Mean while, I am working up the courage to take a belly picture for the next post.
Friday, December 26, 2014
Christmas is a holy and special time for me. I love what Christmas means and that idea that this is the day that we celebrate Jesus’s birthday. Yes, we commercialize and materialize the holiday into something that is unrecognizable, but I love the magic of believing and seeing the excitement in the eyes of children.
We finally have a name for BabyBoy. It is Nathaniel and he was causing me pain on Christmas Eve. I cannot explain it only to say that I believe he went through a growth spurt, since after all, I am now thirty-six weeks pregnant. He is my little miracle growing in my belly. To think, in about four weeks I will be holding him in my arms and dragging him around on the back of my bike.
This year Jon is 10 and Joe is 8. For the past few months da boyz kept saying that Santa was not real. To my surprise, on Christmas Eve, da boyz wanted to track Santa. They watched Santa go to Cuba, to Puerto Rico, and Aruba. When Santa hit the United States in Florida, Jon said it was time to go to bed.
Our day started early Christmas morning. Jon woke up at 10PM, 1AM, 3:30 AM, at 5:30 AM, and finally at 6:30 AM, da mister finally said lets open our presents. We bought each of da boyz a map of the United States and they spent about forty-five minutes going through our loose change in search of quarters for each state.
Most of the afternoon was spent at my parents’ house and we enjoyed our time with my extended family. Everyone seems to be coming together and appreciating all the new brothers and sisters in our lives.
To sum it all up, here is The Alaniz version of The twelve Days of Christmas.
12. Loads of laundry
11. Hours of cartoons
10. Cups of coffee
9. Episodes of Clarence
8. Hours at the gym
7. Games of football
6. Grocery store trips
5. Karate classes
4. Dozen eggs
3. Loaves of bread
2. Dozen tacos
and one on the way
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
One of the last days my mom went to work, I picked her up at her at her office located in the John Hornbeck building next to the Methodist Hospital. Her education background was a Licensed Vocational Nurse, then a cardiology technician, and finally a case manager. When mom started nursing she started using the name Mary because people would have a hard time with her given name of Guadalupe, it is a Spanish form of the Virgin Mary.
It was the week of Thanksgiving and she had dressed up wearing a fitted long blank skirt with a slit up the side. It may have been the skirt or the decreasing lack of leg strength, but she feel on the job. Her manager told her to go home.
I believe that Mom knew in her heart of hearts that this would be her last day of work. She stalled. She filed papers. She cleaned her desk. All the while, I rushed her so we could get to her doctors appointment on time. Later it occurred to me that she was stalling because she knew the doctors were going to give her news she did not want to hear. It was her way of trying to maintain normalcy while avoiding the inevitable.
Pregnancy is an emotional time especially when I am unable to celebrate the excitement with my mother. When mom passed away, I specifically remember thinking I want my mom to be around when I have a child. I want her nurse me through labor and give me words of wisdom in caring for my new baby. People tell me my mom is with me all the time, in all things. Like Nina (my step-mom) who threw a shower for me. I know mom is with me too. I dream of mom and see her in all things.
This past Saturday, I attending my birthing class. It was held in the John Hornbeck building. When my sister and I stepped off the elevator we both looked at each other and asked, I wonder where mom's office was. It was to the right.
To the left, was the classroom where the birthing class was being held. At first glass we did not catch the room name Guadalupe. But there it was plain as day. My birthing class was being held in a room name that was the same name as my mother's given name. My sister and I got chills for we both knew that mom was there with us. Mom is with me, if not physically but spiritually.
Off the topic of mom...
While in class, Babyboy had the hiccups twice. It is fun little video to keep for my memories.
Friday, December 5, 2014
Not being able to sleep is nature’s cruel joke that she plays on pregnant women. You would think it would be the other way around allowing pregnant women a more comfortable time to sleep all she wants before her baby is born. Now more than ever I am feeling very pregnant, uncomfortable, waddling, and tired. BabyBoy is constantly moving, flipping, and doing tricks in my belly. Even though it is not time, I am so ready to get this baby out of me.
Here I am at week 33 with 7 more weeks to go. I had an ultra sound this morning and they say BabyBoy is about 4 pounds, give or take a pound. I was able to see him yawn and move non-stop. Braxton Hicks Contractions are happening more frequently and for hours at a time. Yet another example of nature’s way of getting me used to labor pain. I have all the normal aches and pain that pregnant women experience. My doctor tells me my pregnancy is normal and really almost perfect (her words).
To pass the time and attempt to get more comfortable, I worked out on my bike. Yes I really did this during week #32. This is the bike that I rode across America and I propped it on my trainer. It brought me back to the days when I was training during cold days to get ready for those century miles. If anything, it made me feel mentally better and my legs got their pedal on. I cannot wait to be able to be on my bike and back on the road but now with a baby in tow.
Friday, November 21, 2014
Last weekend my parents went out of town to visit my step-sister in California. While they were out of town, I was responsible for making sure my 90 year old grandfather, Popo, was taken care of. Since he is 90 years old, he does not walk any more and is confined to a wheel chair. Basicly, my duties were to ensure he had his meals and that anything he needed was where he could reach from his wheelchair.
Popo is super cool. Back in his day he was a player, drank too much, and smoked, AND- he is 90 years old to tell about it. Yes, he gets confused between 1 AM and 1 PM but hey, he IS 90 years old. These days he is s-l-o-w and you have to have to wait for his pearls of wisdom. With much patients, you will get some real insight on life and relationships. He can totally read people and know what is going on in their life before a word is said.
Recently, we had a 90 year old birthday party for Popo. He always tells us that his birthday is just another day and he does not want to celebrate. But, this year we had a small house party for him. After he blew out his candle he said, “This was the best birthday ever”! Though the pictures does not look like it, Popo had a good time and was the life of the party. This really is a picture of him smiling.
All those years he took care of me as a todler, now I get to take care of him.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
This week I will be 30 weeks along and I still cannot comprehend how I could get any bigger. It is hard to imagine that a human is growing inside me. Each day I cherish all the kicks and punches from BabyBoy and I enjoy the playful nudges that we give each other. Most of my day is filled with music and every day I change the genera to give BabyBoy an eclectic experience. As soon as the music starts, he seems to start moving to the beat.
When I tell people how active I am they always seems to give me the crazy eyes look. My running miles are more run/walk miles (153.5), my bike miles are miles on a stationary bike (509.6), and swimming is 13.1 miles. My mile log is accumulating miles for the year, about half that of last year. At the suggestion of my chiropractor, I have officially stopped running, since I hurt my lower back too bad last week. It also seemed like a good time to stop running since I was asking, very seriously, if I could pee on myself when I ran. The pros do it, why can't a pregnant gal do it?
We took these family pictures at the end of the summer when I was about 20 weeks along. My shirt reads, "This gal is having a baby". Da misters shirt reads, "This guy is the dad." Jon's shirt says, "I am the biggest big brother," and Joe's reads, "I am the big brother." In retrospect, the white color made it hard to photograph and I bought my shirt before I knew the sex of BabyBoy. Either way, da boyz are excited about having a baby in the house and often ask, "Can I sleep next to the baby" and "Can the baby sit next to me in the car". I have started having da boyz read baby books to BabyBoy so he can start learning their voices.
I am filled with so much excitement and anticipation for when BabyBoy arrives. I want to meet my baby and see what he looks like. I want to indulge in too many adult beverages. And lastly, I cannot wait to be able to get back on my road bike to feel the sun on my face and the wind in my hair.