During my first pregnancy, my husband and I chose to wait to find out the sex of our baby. We decided to call our unborn child “Chickpea” rather than having to say “him/her” or “he/she” each time we talked about my belly or the baby. We have again decided to wait to find out the sex and will be calling baby #2 “Pumpkin” since my due date is late September!!
In a perfect world, Pumpkin would make his/her entrance into the world around August/September – of 2013!! I had made my goals for 2012 pretty public this year which included running a sub 3:10 marathon in May and a sub-1:30 half-marathon in June. After that, my plans were to complete my first Ironman (NYC Ironman – Aug), and run either the NYC Marathon or the JFK 50-miler in Nov. Only when those were checked off the list would baby #2 be a thought in my husband and my minds.
Or so we thought.
Rewind 7 1/2 weeks ago…I was right where I wanted to be with training for the NJ Marathon and was already seeing major improvements: from Jan 5 – Jan 23, I had run 3 PRs (mile, 5k, and 10 mile) – all during training runs. I felt strong. My long runs were getting longer – and I was running them faster than I had in previous training cycles.
It was Jan 28th and I was headed out for an 18-mile run. My previous long run of 16 miles had been a huge success and I was excited and confident about my plans to run the distance at a 7:40-7:50 pace with 6 x miles at marathon pace (7:15).
I felt out of breath from the get-go and struggled to maintain a sub-8 pace for the first few miles. I felt like something wasn’t “right” and debated turning around and heading home repeatedly from mile 2 on. By mile 6, I literally had to stop to catch my breath because my heart was beating out of control. I decided to call it quits and run home. It was the WORST run I had had in months. Below is my recap I wrote on DailyMile.
I spent the next week resting more than I wanted and found when I did run, it was difficult to keep my usual pace. I was exhausted. The following Saturday (Feb 4), I again planned for 18, but only managed 10. This time it wasn’t my heart rate that stopped me – I kept the pace I wanted, but felt too exhausted to continue. After chatting with my husband, we came to the conclusion that I could be consuming too few calories. I had increased the mileage and the intensity of my workouts and was still nursing my son, so I thought I might have a deficiency in my diet. I posed the question to my FitFluential friends on Sunday, Feb 5 and based off the feedback I received, planned to keep track of everything I ate for the next week:
There was no need to do that. I woke up the next morning nauseous. The lightbulb went off in my head. I knew I was pregnant the moment I sat up in bed. My husband was already on his way to work, so I waited until later in the morning when my mom stopped by to run to the drugstore for a pregnancy test. No surprises for my mom or I when I saw the “Pregnant” on the stick.
I saw my doctor a few days later and confirmed that I WAS pregnant and that the baby was doing great…I even saw the heartbeat…but I was MUCH further along than I thought – already 7 weeks! How did this happen? Without going into too much detail, I had completely lost track of when I was due in January. It sounds crazy, but I’m not regular so when I was a few days late, I wasn’t concerned. It was the week of my son’s 1st birthday party and my mind was on a million other things. I didn’t even realize that I skipped! (Side note: my husband and I were using natural family planning. My son, AJ, was conceived while I was on birth control, so we had decided to try a different approach this time around.)
Although my running plans for 2012 have been completely scraped, I couldn’t be happier. I truly believe that everything happens for a reason. And I know that we are ready for baby #2. My family and I will be moving into our new home in early May – space will no longer be an issue. My husband is doing great at work and I am starting a work-from-home part-time job next month – so financially, we will be okay. My son and pumpkin will be 21 months apart – but only a year apart in school. My older sister and I were a year apart and I loved the closeness it created for us – we were able to play on the same basketball team four times during our school years and we shared many of the same friends.
Running a 50-miler, completing an Ironman or having a new PR are all wonderful achievements (and there is a small part of me that is sad that I won’t be able to accomplish these in 2012), but the truth is, these don’t define me. At the end of the day, my life, my world is my family. I am being given the blessing of another child. I am the luckiest woman in the world. And this, to me, far outweighs any personal accomplishment!!!
Note: My due date is September 27. I enter the 14th week tomorrow and the 2nd trimester in just a few days!!