Brie Fit

…I’m freaking exhausted, and overwhelmed.

But I went to CrossFit this morning!  So that was a great start to the day.

I’m cheerier on the front end of my day when I CrossFit in the mornings, but I turn into a major crank by the end because the 5 am wake-up call is rough.

This morning’s WOD, obviously, was some twisted super version of Fran.  Thrusters I can do no problem, but I’m just generally hopeless at pull-ups.  Today I did green band plus jumping.  My plan to get better is that once I birth this fetus, I’ll magically be a pull-up champ because I’ll probably lose at least 20 pounds just from delivery.  Right?  How’s that for half-assed exercise goals?

It’s a busy time of year at work.  So that wore me down.  But I did get the check for Lucille 2 (sob) and we’re hitting the car dealership tomorrow.

The jury’s still out on what’s going to happen to Oscar, Tim’s car.

We don’t know if it’s going to be totaled yet or not.  It’s almost 10 years old, so honestly, I’m hoping it is, but we’ll see.  Please spitball in the comments as to whether you think it will be or not.

Also overwhelming: air conditioner repairman came today (fixed it, not a big deal), and negotiating a leak in our master bedroom sink.

Tonight, we are driving out to the other side of town to have dinner with Tim’s uncle and mom, who is in town for a bridal shower tomorrow.  I was supposed to go the shower, but since we HAVE to buy me a car tomorrow (my rental coverage expires Tuesday!) I backed out.  I’m dropping my gift off with my mother-in-law tonight to take on my behalf.

Oh, and the mother-in-law (who is really lovely, and wonderful, and would not judge me for a dirty house) is staying with us tomorrow night, and the house is a wreck.  Also, overwhelming.

I laid down after the AC guy left and have not been able to get up off the couch since.  Pregnancy is surprisingly draining.  At the end of every day now, I already have sciatic pain on one side, and last night I had pretty fierce leg cramps by bedtime.  I’m wiped!  I thought being in good shape pre-pregnancy would help with this kind of stuff, but I’m already feeling the strain of the 10ish miscarriage/progesterone pounds and the 5 pregnancy pounds I’ve added since November.  Oof.

What do you do when you’re overwhelmed?

One week to the day (almost the minute, actually) after I totaled my car…Tim totaled his.

He’s fine (thank God, again) and so is everyone that was in the accident.  But his car is destroyed since he basically got T-boned on both sides.  (TWSS?)

Sooo…now we’re shopping for TWO cars—a small/medium-ish car and a SUV.  We’ll probably trade and I’ll take the SUV for baby hauling.  Oh, and we have to get at least one car this weekend, because my rental coverage expires Tuesday, and I’m not keen on walking 15 miles to work.

I had an OB appointment right after this happened and my blood pressure was a little high.  Wonder why?

What a freakin’ week, guys.

Wear your seatbelts.

For the first time since the accident, I made it back to CrossFit today!

It’s frustrating that everything seems to be two steps forward, one step back fitness-wise.  I get back in the gym, then have a bleeding scare.  Try again, and my allergies sideline me for a week.  Try a third time, and I get in a car accident that makes me miserably sore.

I actually laid in bed this morning after my alarm went off at 5:03 am, thinking, “what if I just stayed in bed?  It probably doesn’t matter.  CrossFit is too hard for me lately.”

I’m glad I kicked my own ass and went anyway, but I’m not going to lie—the mornings seem to come faster and faster, I seem to be getting slower and slower, and the WODs get harder and harder.

But, you know, keep on keepin’ on, right?

Today’s WOD:

• 7 rounds for time
• 4 barbell snatches
• 4 overhead squats
• 4 overhead walking lunges
• 25 sit-ups 

Rx for women was pretty light to get form down, at 22#, so I did it Rxed.   I modified the sit-ups and did plank twists instead.

And now…I’m exhausted, and it’s only 7:30.  I think Lumpy must be going through a growth spurt because I’ve been starving and sleepy all day long!  Oof.  Is it Friday yet?

Is over.  And I still really like the second trimester.

The bump:

The symptoms:

• GAS.  Oh my God, the gas.  Now that I’ve been off Zofran for over a week (no more morning sickness, woo!), my intestines are rejoicing.  And I am a gas (and, well, MORE than gas) machine.  It is embarrassing.  I am the world’s worst crop duster these days.
• Weird appetite swings.  I have days where I’m a bottomless pit, and days where I have to force myself to eat something so I don’t get nauseous.  It’s strange.  I saw my GP for allergy issues today, and the scale is actually registering me as down 2 pounds from my last OB appointment, so I’m hoping I establish a more consistent pattern soon.  (That makes total weight gain to date +2 pounds, which I think is probably on the low end of normal?)
• Sciatic pain.  Off and on, again, but not great. 

Cravings: smoothies, hot fudge sauce, Thai food.

Other than that, and, you know, the car accident aftermath, I feel pretty fantastic.  Even though the circumstances were scary, it was a great reassurance to see the baby kicking away on the ultrasound screen in the ER.  It’s crazy how big he/she has gotten since our last ultrasound at 11 weeks!

We officially find out the sex of the baby in less than a month, and I can’t wait.

On to week 15!

Wear your seatbelt, folks.

I’m not kidding.  It scares the crap out of me to think what might have happened if I didn’t have mine on when this happened.

(No idea about the schoolbus carcass.  This was one bizarre tow lot.)

You can’t see it because of the rain, but the windshield glass had several spiderweb cracks in it.

That styrofoam is half the bumper on the ground.  The rest of the back bumper was inside the car.

Today, I’m extremely sore, especially my neck and hips.  I’m working on sorting through things with insurance, but it looks extremely likely that it will be a total loss and I’ll have a new (to me, anyway) car in a few weeks here.

I just can’t get over how lucky I am to have walked away without a scratch, with our baby safe and sound. 

Thanks for all the good thoughts…I’m off to soak in a tub full of epsom salts.

Just thought I’d post and let you all know that I was in a major car accident this morning on my way to work.  I am fine and so is the baby.  We got very, very lucky.  At least six cars were involved, and my car will be totaled.  The front and back ends are both completely smashed, and my windshield glass shattered.  (Lucille 2 is my car.  It’s a long story, but that’s her name.  WAS her name, anyway.)

It all happened so fast, I’m not totally sure what actually happened.  It wound up being a chain reaction of rear-ending, and I was #3 in line.  I felt the impact of at least 5 or 6 collisions.  After the first, I just remember bracing my legs to take the shock and trying to protect my midsection as much as possible.

I couldn’t get out of my car to see the damage, so I was stuck in my car until the paramedic wrenched my door open from the outside.  At that point, I remember telling the paramedic, “I’m pregnant and I want to go to the hospital,” and I was whisked into an ambulance.  So, I don’t have any pictures of the scene, and I have no idea even what tow lot my car is in.  The paramedics assured me that my baby would be fine because there’s lots of padding down there, but I cried the whole way to the ER in the back of the ambulance because I was so scared.

At the ER, I got an ultrasound and Lumpy was moving around just fine, heart beating away at 160.  After checking to make sure everything was fine, we got to see the face in 3D, to which I said, “I hope it gets cuter before it’s born,” which sent the nurses into hysterics.  (He or she looked like Voldemort. Sorry, baby.)  The ER doctor declared my ultrasound results “better than good…beautiful!” and said everything checked out okay.  The concern with car accidents is placental abruption, but the baby’s placenta is still firmly attached, not bleeding, and my cervix is tightly closed.

Apparently, tomorrow I will be sore, and I experienced a major adrenaline crash this afternoon and took a three hour nap.   But right now I feel so, so lucky that we were not hurt (and that nobody else in the accident appeared to be seriously hurt, either).  I keep wondering about ridiculous things, like how I left my lunch bag in the car, and it had milk in it, and it will spoil and smell awful.  And I keep replaying the weird things I remember—my cheap costume jewelry necklace broke into a million pieces on impact, and CDs I didn’t even know I had came flying out of the console at me.  (Not that it matters.)

So, for now, I’m resting.  Hopefully, I’ll hear back from the claims adjuster tomorrow, and we’ll know a little bit more about how to proceed.  I haven’t gotten official word that my car will be totaled, but from my untrained eye…there’s no way it won’t be.  We can’t go too long on one car—I have rental coverage, but it’s not stellar, so I’m sure we’ll be out car hunting soon and I have no idea what to even look for.  I think I’ll probably want a mid-size car, safe, good gas mileage, with room for a rear-facing car seat and a tall husband.  I’m partial to Toyotas.  Any suggestions?

Rest in peace, Lucille.  You were a great car for six years. 

Today’s WOD was much better than Monday’s. 

I think I’ve decided that I prefer AMRAP style workouts these days over RFT (rounds for time) style.  I really don’t like being the last person to finish something, even though I know I’m going to have to get used to that!  I have a much better time pacing myself on these kinds of workouts, because everyone finishes at the same time.

I did not go Rxed for this workout, though.

Thrusters were at 42#, and pull-ups were in a green band.  I took plenty of breaks.  Pre-pregnancy, I was doing thrusters at 65#, but they were pretty tough for me.  42# is enough to tire me out but not kill me.

Today’s gasser post-WOD was a 7 minute jog in the light rain.  It was refreshing!  It is funny how my perspective has changed, though…I’ve run a marathon and five half marathons, yet I groaned at the thought of running anything more than a 400m sprint.  Heh. 

(I think my favorite part of the jog was when a fellow CrossFitter asked when I was due, and I said, “September 16th,” to which he replied, “Great!  You’re in the home stretch.”  Um, no, sir, I am not.  But thank you for being optimistic!)

Finally, who wants an awkward work bathroom bump shot?

Second trimester, I love you.  I’m off to make a dinner that isn’t Kraft mac and cheese!

So, I made it back to CrossFit this morning for the first time in over a week. 

First things first: getting up for 5:30 am class has always been tough, but pregnancy takes it to a new level.  It totally wipes me out by 3 pm.

Today’s WOD:

Snatches aren’t something we’ve done before, but the basic gist is that you pick something heavy off the ground and push it up over your head.  It’s a fun move.  No pregnancy modifications needed this workout!

Anyway.  I wish I could say today was great, but it wasn’t.  I feel so incredibly out of shape.  We ran a lap at the beginning of class and I was huffing and puffing by halfway through.  I don’t know how much of it is due to just being pregnant, and how much of it is due to the fact that I’ve worked out inconsistently for the last few months, but it didn’t feel good.  Don’t get me wrong, CrossFit is ALWAYS hard—but today, it felt more like “I can’t do this” than “I am getting a great workout.”

Still managed nine rounds, so not too bad.  But those nine rounds kind of felt like hell.

The side effects: today, I wanted to eat everything in my line of sight (and did, including a Chipotle burrito) and now it’s 6 pm and I’m ready for bed.

Pregnant exercise is hard, yo. 

So…this week, I felt good pregnancy-wise, but terrible otherwise, thanks to allergies.  It was pretty cruel.  Spring is beautiful, but man, I’ve been feeling it.

No exciting appointments or updates this week, really, but I suppose no news is good news, yes?

Symptomatic stuff:

• Sciatic pain: This baby is a pain in my butt.  Literally.  Usually at the end of a long day, I have shooting pain down one buttcheek or the other.  I’m reeeally hoping this doesn’t get worse.
• Being emotional.  I cried at a commercial for Dick’s Sporting Goods, and have had some fairly big mood swings this week.
• Nausea is nowhere NEAR where it was, but I get queasy if I don’t snack every 2 or 3 hours.  I still don’t have much of an appetite, but I’m able to eat fairly normally these days.  (Salads!  Thai food!  Meat!  It’s all very exciting.)  I still don’t have much of a sweet tooth, though, which is unusual.

Not the best bump photo, but here you go.  Apparently, this week my face is pregnant, too.

I am desperately excited to get my hair cut and colored next weekend.  I wanted to wait to get it dyed again until I was out of first trimester, and here I am.

First trimester one sentence wrap-up: I’m a much happier person when I can eat and poop normally.

Weight gained: I haven’t really been tracking religiously, but I think I’m up 4-5 pounds, which is normal for this point in pregnancy.  I went into this about 10 pounds heavier than I would have liked to be, thanks to miscarriage and hormone supplementation.  But, such is life.

Rude comments: Suddenly, I feel like EVERYONE wants to comment on my body.  Why was this not okay before I was pregnant, but now it is?  This week, for example, I’ve been told I’m birthing a football player (and yeah, trust me, it’s not because of our combined athletic prowess) and that I’m “really big.”  Among other awkward and inappropriate comments.  You just can’t win when it comes to showing—if you’re not showing ENOUGH for people’s likes, something is obviously wrong with your baby, but you’re showing too much, clearly you’re a fatty birthing a squatch.  It all makes me very uncomfortable.  I don’t mind attention (hello, I’m blogging), but the only acceptable thing to tell a pregnant (or, really, ANY) woman is that she looks fantastic.  End rant.

Fitness reflections: Thanks to being so sick from allergies (and an absolutely crazy week at work on top of it), I didn’t exercise at all.  Which makes me sad, and feel like a bit of a pregnancy failure for not being AS healthy as I should be, even though I know there’s no way it could have happened.. The goal for next week is three workouts.  I can do this.

So, here’s to week 14, and the second trimester!  So far, I like it.

I’m still here. 

Just…go figure.  Roughly three days after I pull out of the constant nausea and exhaustion of first trimester, allergy season kicks into high gear and I get sick.

So…no CrossFitting for me this week, which is really frustrating, because I was finally getting back into it last week.  I can’t sleep because I’m so stuffy and/or hacking up sinus gunk, so I’m exhausted, and I get the extra special bonus of having to work this Saturday, too.

Waaah.  I just want to feel good again!  Please, let this pass quickly.  Ugh.

Pass the tissues?