When I first imagined my pregnancy I thought things would go very differently than they did. I assumed that after years of Ironman training that I would enjoy lots of running and strength training especially during the first trimester. I even told Cory that I wanted to run a couple half marathons while pregnant. That is not how things went for me.

I don’t want this to sound like a list of excuses on why it’s ok to sit around and be lazy for nine months. It’s not excuses, just my story. The biggest thing I learned is that everyone has a different experience with pregnancy so you shouldn’t judge, compare or assume that you are in control.

As someone who lives on routine giving up control and loaning my body to someone else’s well being was difficult. And while it was overwhelmingly worth it, that doesn’t mean it was easy.

The story of my not so fit pregnancy started just coming off Ironman training. When I first found out I was pregnant I was happy to take a break from training, I needed it mentally and physically. I was 35 and pregnant for the first time so I was very nervous about miscarriage. I took it easy in the early weeks and just wished for this little life to stick.

I assumed that after a little break that I would get back into running. Unfortunately I had some scary symptoms early on and was diagnosed with placenta previa and put on modified rest. This was not bed rest (thank goodness) but my doctor wanted me to rest and do as little as possible physically. I could go to work but I was to be “chained to my desk”. So no running, biking, swimming, fall hikes, etc. for me. Going from so much training to none was really hard mentally but I was glad that for the most part placenta previa does not harm the baby and in most cases clears up before delivery. My only option to keep my baby safe was to listen to my doctor, slow down and wait to see if things improved at my 20 week ultrasounds.

Lucky for me the placenta had moved by my 20 week appointment and I was cleared to resume light activity. I blissfully went back out roads for a few runs.

Fairly quickly I developed a bad case of plantar fasciitis. I couldn’t walk without limping and running was off the table again. It’s not too surprising that I ended up with PF. I gained a total of 36 pounds while pregnant, just above the 25-35 pound recommendation. Honestly I am a little surprised it wasn’t more. Six of this pounds were gained in the last couple weeks and were mostly water, I was so swollen. 

I saw my physical therapist and left with exercises and instructions not to run (and wear more supportive shoes, boo).
After all the setbacks I got a bit discouraged. I did a bit of strength training, elliptical and walking. 

So after recovery this leaves me really starting completely over. There were a few more things I wish I had done, like swimming and more strength training. But in the end I gave birth to a healthy baby boy so I wouldn’t change anything. 

Now the fun part begins while trying to get back in shape now that Cannon is here!