I'm about 9 weeks along (according to my latest missed "time of the month"), and I'm feeling much better. The nausea is still there, very much so, but after last week, I don't think I could get much worse (as I cross my fingers and knock on wood). I at least have a little bit of energy.
I went to the gym last night. I just did some machines and walked on the treadmill. The whole time I was there I thought I was going to puke, so I had to take it super easy. I promised myself though that I'd try my best to stay active through my pregnancy, so that's what I'm doing. Blake has been nothing but supportive and encouraging this whole time. He's so incredible.
A big reason I wanted to wait as long as possible to tell people we were expecting is because as soon as you say you're pregnant around young moms, they HAVE to give you their two cents about everything. I hadn't had any experiences like that yet because, well, no one knows I'm pregnant, until last week. I had been coaching gymnastics again for a couple weeks and I just couldn't do it anymore. Some of my gymnasts were as big as me if not bigger and I was expected to fully spot them in a back handspring or tuck. A couple times while spotting, I honestly thought I was going to throw up on them as they were tumbling. Images of that were playing over in my head and I just couldn't take it anymore. Plus, I don't think it's good for me to be lifting that much weight like that while I'm pregnant.
I told the owner I had to stop. I felt bad because she really needed me, but what else was I supposed to do? She understood perfectly and just said if I started feeling better, I'm more than welcome to come back. My last day there, one of the girls who had been coaching there for years started talking to me about it and it came up that she had 3 children. Apparently with her 3rd child, she actually started having contractions while spotting. She ended up finishing out her day of 4 more hours of coaching and went straight to the hospital.
She told me that she coached with all 3 pregnancies and felt perfectly fine. At this point I already wanted to either punch her in the face or sarcastically give her a blue ribbon for being awesome. Then she proceeds to inform me that as long as I stay active the whole time, then the nausea will go away. I wanted to laugh out loud. I am the most active person I know and I've been to the gym several times at the beginning of the pregnancy. You want to know what it did for my nausea? Made it worse. I love that people think staying active has anything to do with your pregnancy hormones. I've taken every anatomy class available at ASU and no where does it say that those are at all related. Staying active might help you swell less later on, it might help you sleep better, it may even make you happier, but it has NOTHING to do with lessening nausea.
That is the exact reason why I don't want to tell people I'm pregnant. Once someone becomes pregnant or has a child or two, they become experts on the subject. I've heard the way my closest friends talk about their pregnancies and labor experiences and raising their children. They are pros now apparently. I had one friend who actually gave a cloth diaper kit to a new mom at her shower. Then she proceeded to say "You HAVE to cloth diaper. It's the best thing you can do for your baby." Well, it looks like I'm already going to be a horrible mom, because I am NOT cloth diapering. No thank you. That's great for some moms, but to push that kind of "advice" on someone in the middle of their shower, so inappropriate.
So call me crazy, but I am not equipped to deal with that kind of "advice" just yet. I'm so looking forward to the future judgment of all my parenting mistakes. I guess I just thought that kind of stuff stopped after high school. Guess not.
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