The news of finding out you are pregnant has the power to create a myriad of feelings from elation to straight up fear. It is safe to say that I cycled through a variety of these feelings the day I found out I was pregnant with my 3rd child. At the age of 39, and 9 years out from my second child, there was definitely an element of fear and concern. I was older now, and knew much more than I did 10 years ago. This would find to be both a blessing and a curse. I knew too much about the whole process and what could go wrong, but I also knew that staying physically strong and mentally fit were crucial.
As soon as I found out, I knew that I needed to keep up with a training program, not only so that I could stay physically strong but also to keep my sanity and calm my anxiety. Those first few months, however, were not as easy as I had hoped they’d be. Starting around week 6 and lasting until week 15, like 50% of all pregnant mamas, I experienced intense morning sickness, and by morning sickness I mean that feeling of nausea that came and went from the moment I woke up to the time I fell asleep. There would be small moments of reprieve during the day where I would stomach whatever I could to make sure I was getting some nourishment. It was a struggle to say the least, and then I was supposed to figure out a way to exercise and keep up my strength?
I was determined to do something, even if it was very little. I started by taking advantage of what I knew gave me a little relief. Waking up early (usually due to the nauseated feeling that catapulted me out of bed) and taking the dog for a walk, typically a job I wasn’t fond of in the dead of winter, but given my current state the cold brisk air in my face was very welcomed. I made my walks a little longer each morning as I found that made me feel the best. I’d take advantage of that feeling as soon as I got home and did a series of pushups, pull-ups, squats, and sit-ups 3 times a week. I would shoot for 30 of each, if I wasn’t up for all of them at that time, I’d squeeze in a few towards the end of the day, but it gave me a number to shoot for and a goal to work towards. Anything more for me during this time wasn’t realistic and half the battle was accepting that fact. The consistency of movement and maintaining as much strength as I could would help me not only physically but also mentally in the months ahead.