Tuesday, May 26, 2015

How Pure Barre Has Kept Me Sane During Pregnancy


Baby on board? Just keep tucking.  Even when it is absolutely the last thing you want to do. 

A nice picture of me next to the toilet... fitting.

Here I am, 28 weeks pregnant with my second daughter.   My second trimester, (the golden trimester) just ended and the start of the third.  Youre over the extreme fatigue and some of us are over the morning sickness, and you can still take your shoes on and off yourself.  Ive been doing 2 to 4 pure barre classes a week throughout my pregnancy.  I told myself I would continue taking classes as long as I physically able to.  I might be one of those woman who takes a class the day before her delivery, or I might get put on bed rest.  I just dont know. 

Not only are you gaining physical strength from Pure Barre, but the most important aspect, for me, is mental strength.  Many days, I feel nauseous, and it would be so easy for me to lay on the couch, and wallow in my sorrow, but I push myself to come to class.  I do it to escape my brain for that precious hour.  Its the only workout that Ive found where I can enter the classroom, and leave everything at the door. There is so much going on and so much to focus on, that I have no other choice.  Im one of those extremely lucky women to be nauseous throughout my entire pregnancies.  This is round two, which admittedly is not nearly as bad as round one, but equally as draining. As a teacher, there were so many days that I thought I would throw up in the middle of teaching.  Its never happened, and that largely has to do with the amount of mental strength that it takes to teach. 

I also am someone who will always take the harder option.  I always am trying to push myself to improve.  It was really hard for me to accept modifications during class as a part of pregnancy. For me modifications started around 17 weeks, when I just couldnt lay on my stomach any more.  Back extension was the first part I modified. There are many ways to modify class so you can still take throughout your pregnancy.


Warm Up

First and foremost, before I walk in the door, I say, "You is kind, you is smart, you is important" then proceed.  Warm up can be tricky because there is a lot of ab work involved.  I find that if I just hold on to the outside of my thighs, I can keep a contraction in my abdominal and still feel some work with out it being to strenuous.  I also will just rest my head for a moment if I become a little overwhelmed.  During roll ups, you can always keep your feet on the floor and grab on to the outside of your thighs to roll up.  Planking can be done from your knees, both center and side planks.  I try not to take this option.  Planking is so amazing for your entire core, not just the front part of your abdominal wall.  Eventually, gravity will take its pull, and it will become too strenuous for your back, but in the mean time I try to stay on my toes.  This goes the same for push ups. 

Thigh and Seat Work

Pure Barre doesnt have any specific modifications for thigh or seat work.  The obvious one is laying on your stomach with your forehead resting on you hands.  I just do this one from a semi-pushup position stand at the barre.   Foldover can be strenuous on your back, but you can fold your forearms on to the barre, coming to a semi fold over position.  Otherwise, I find that I have to really focus on tucking my hips under at all times, to take the pressure out of my lower back. 

Roundback
For me this has become really difficult.  I feel like all of my organs and baby and putting pressure on my lungs in this position.  I have to bring my leg about a foot away from my chest, and rarely can do L position.  Thats ok, just keep your foot planted on the floor, and use this moment for a stretch for the back of your leg.  Sometimes, this is too much for me.  Thats when I put both feet on the floor and just press up into the barre and breath. 

Flatback

I call this section of class, labor practice.  Its all about engaging your core to move your legs.  Mostly that work comes from your lower abdominal wall.  Its also important in this position not to float your feet off the floor.  If all else fails, I find it a good time to do some kegels.  (TMI?)
Knowing how to isolate my abs in this position, I swear to you, is how I pushed my daughter out in just five pushes.   

Abs

This part of class is the most difficult.  I now always have to put the ball behind my lower back and hold on to the outside of my thighs throughout.  When we round back on to our back, you can stay holding on, which I generally have to do, plant your feet on the floor, or place the ball behind your head.  The last part of this section is for your lower abs, just do whatever feels comfortable for you.  Thus far, Ive been ok in this section.  But that might change as my pregnancy progresses.  I know some people who just flip over and stretch for this section. 

Back Extension

The modification for this is to life opposite arm and legs on all fours and switch halfway through.  Sometimes, I just stretch during this part as well. 

Back Dancing

During back dancing, I find my lungs feeling way too squished.  Ive tried a few things, lowering my hips, having a wider stance.  But, it never feels quite right to me.  I do as many as I can, take breaks, and try to finish.  But mostly, I use this moment for some me time.  Where I think about how great the class was, and how happy I am that I took class, and how much I feel better. 

Most importantly, its all about how you feel.  Some days are going to be easier than others.  Some days more breaks are going to be taken.  Sometimes you get through and feel like super woman.  Ive never left class regretting that I took, and thats really what keeps me coming back each time. 

I personally am someone who hates being pregnant.  Pure Barre is one of the only things that lets me escape myself for an hour.  Takes me somewhere else, and helps me hold it together.  The workout itself, the music, the other teachers, the other clients it such an amazing environment to be in, especially while pregnant. 

Shit My Toddler Says

The mind of a toddler is amazing, hilarious, and terrifying all at the same time.  I keep meaning to write down what she's saying in a quote book, but I can't find it.  So, it goes here instead.

C: "Do you know what agua is?"
V: "Is it water?"
C: "I loooovvveee Spanish water!"

I walk into her room in the morning, with my hair curled.
C: "Woah, did you get a haircut?"

Andy is upstairs with her about to give her a bath.
C: "Hold on Dada, let me get my cheese!"

V: "It's about time to get you a big girl bed."
C: "I want a pink bed, with pink walls, but one black wall."
V: whispers under my breath, "So, it starts."
C: "I start to DANCE!"

Walks into preschool after being gone for a week:
C: "I'm BACCCCKKKKKKK!!!"

C: "I don't like cats."
V: "Why?
C: "They stand on top of the refrigerator."

Charlotte got a Doc McStuffins doctor bag for Easter from my parents.
C: "Mama, checkup?"
V: "Ok, what do you see in my ears?"
C: "A book.  I have a diagnosis!"

We're sitting at music class, and the teacher asks for an animal that we can sing a song about.
C: "My Dada is a silly little girl!"

C: "What's Dada drinking?"
V: "A cocktail."
C: "I looooovvvveeee cocktails! I like to shake them!"

C: "You want some soup?"
V: "Sure, what kind did you make?"
C: "Olive soup with cookies."
V: "Sounds great."
C: "WAIT, let me get the sugar!"

C: "Mama, don't go in the bathroom."
V: "Why, what happened?"
C: "I was just in there."
V: "What did you do in there?"
C: "I made some soup, and it's VERY hot.  You could burn yourself!"

Runs to bathroom,
C: "I've got to go tootie tootie!"

V:"Charlotte, where are you from?"
C: "Mexico!"

It's Friday night...
V: "C what are you doing?"
C: "Making bad choices"






Wednesday, May 6, 2015

No Nap Day

Today was a no nap day.  So basically things went down like this:


Things would have better with a nice cold beer, but sadly the gestation of no named baby prevented such a situation.  So, instead, we ordered carry out, and binged ate pizza.  Then I got to hold C and watch the Mickey Mouse Christmas special.  

Hope you had a nap-filled day, or at least a wine down wednesday!

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Name Game

Along with being pregnant and creating a human, is naming that said human.  I didn't really have a hard time naming Charlotte.  I always loved the name, and threw a few other names in the hat for Andy, but I knew it would be it.  Just had to tell him at the right time.  The middle name was easy, Victoria.  Clearly my first name, then my mom, grandmother's and great grandmother's middle name.  Done. 


Baby number 2, I'm struggling a bit.  One, because I really never thought I'd have two girls.  I honestly thought I would be an all boy mom, and the girl would be a one of.  I've got a boy name, but not another girl name.  We even called baby 2 the boy name for quite some time. 

I'm slightly blaming my indecisiveness on being a middle child.  Growing up, I learned really quick not to have an opinion or get my hopes up for things happening the way I wanted them to.  It rarely happened, and normally if I expressed an opinion, it would result in an atomic wedgie.  I basically just stopped really caring about mundane things.  Andy usually gets upset with me that I can't make a decision.  Mostly, I just really don't care that much.  I just roll with the punches.  I just became adaptable to making everyone else happy, and learned to find what would make me happy in the situation.  When I do express and opinion, I usually really believe it in it.  Enough to express it.  If I didn't think all aspects through, and the end result being not desirable, usually ended in ripped undies.
 
 Growing up 80s

 I will torture you into submission, and it starts, right now.

The littlest one still couldn't walk

The hardest part about naming someone, is you have to think of all aspects of their lives.  You don't want them to be lost in a sea of the most popular name, or getting the crap beat out of them for a unique name.  Yet, you want them to stand out a bit.  You have to think about them as teens, and adults as well.  What name will hold up professionally? What about nicknames? If you hate a nickname, it really could pop up.  I hated my name growing up, I honestly could not comprehend why my mom didn't name me Stephanie or Samantha (Full House and American Girl Doll).  I went by Vicky for quite a long time.  Now, I love my name.  I love how it's strong, ultra feminine and classic. 

This time I'm really trying to let Andy have a say in the name, but it's so hard because or taste are polar opposites.  Here is some of the names that are on both of our short lists.  (Not saying whose who)

Kate
Emilia
Sophie
Molly

What do you like? We gotta figure this out! I've got some monogram-ing to do!

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Pregnancy

I've been delaying writing this post for months now (clearly).  Every time I would start it, I just couldn't finish it.  Yes, baby number 2 is on her way, and I'm very excited and happy about her arrival, but mostly I just feel guilt.  Crippling guilt, all the time.

Warning, this post is about to get real, real gross.  

The story begins in May, when Andy and I really started trying for baby 2.  I knew it wouldn't be a cake walk with poly cystic ovaries, but I'd figure we would just try every other day.  That way if I did happen to ovulate, there was always a chance.  By the summer, it wasn't happening, which was really not surprising to me.  It took over a year to have Charlotte, but this time I felt like I need to get pregnant so there wasn't a huge age difference between the two kids.  In hindsight, we should have started earlier, but considering my last pregnancy, I just couldn't do it.  Daily vomiting, followed by high blood pressure which resulted in bed rest, being so swollen that I had pitted edema in multiple ares of my body and carpel tunnel, I don't even know why I wanted to do it again.  But, I had Charlotte and remembered that it was all worth it.  Finally, I decided that I was going to see an infertility specialist and take matters into my own hands.  After completing a bunch of test work, and the pills in my pocket to force my period, I found out of I was pregnant.  I was shocked, and so very happy that I did it on my own.  This feeling, that day, the happiness, the relief, is exactly why I have so much guilt.

I mentally prepared myself for throwing up everyday.  During pregnancy round one, I kept waiting to feel better.  12 weeks, it will be over.  Nope. 16, some people feel sick until 16.  That came and left and I was still throwing up in the delivery room.  Every day, I wanted to feel better and it never came.  It was terrible and made things so much worse.  This time, I figured if I felt better then it was great, but if not, it was ok, I survived last time, I can do it again.  I'm on week 21, and just threw up my dinner. It's here to stay.  Not as bad as last time, I think because I know how to handle it.  It basically comes down to not eating veggies and limiting fruit.  Every single time I eat a one, it comes up.  I keep thinking that I should be eating veggies for the baby, and as it turns out, I really shouldn't.  That's cut the throwing up down more than half, but it's still there.  I still feel horrible everyday from 3 to 4 pm until I hit the pillow.  After this, I will never be able to eat another ginger chew, drink another ginger ale, or eat another saltine cracker for the rest of my life.  You know what else happens to you when you can't eat fruits and vegetables? Constipation and hemorrhoids.  Those bad boys don't go away until the end either.  This time, I know the 9 months go fast, and if I don't eat veggies for 9 months, I'll be ok after it's over.  Ok, great, I can say it, I can type it, but it's still so hard. Then I feel guilty, because I wanted this so bad, and I'm so miserable. 

This pregnancy I have rhinitis.  Which is basically a stuffy nose for the entire time.  I first thought it was a result of Charlotte going to day care, and it would pass.  But 21 weeks later, my nose is still stuffed.  Let me tell ya, it is way worse than throwing up everyday.   I easily go through a box of Kleenex everyday.  On top of that, I've had two blocked tear ducts in less than a month.  So now I get to look like a pirate while I get to hug the thrown.  Dude, what the hell is this shit?

I've been so worried about high blood pressure that just walking into the doctor's office is making me sweat.  Like boxing, in a sauna, with a rubber suit on sweat.  Blood pressure was doing pretty good for the first part, until about 4 weeks ago when I was above the threshold for normal.  No more cardio for me, and now the dooming 24 urine collection tests will begin.  I don't know why I didn't think this would happen again, but it did.  High blood pressure in pregnancy can cause the baby to not get enough blood and nutrients, which results in a low birth weight.  Not to mention you're entire body swelling up like crazy and then you get put on bed rest to avoid having a stroke. Bed rest was awful  It's almost impossible for me to sit still all day.   Then on top of it, how am I supposed to take care of the Tasmanian devil? Guilt.  There she is again.

Once again, I'm having a hard time gaining weight during the pregnancy.  I'm not loosing it, which is a huge plus, but I'm not gaining the appropriate amount.  People are always telling me how tiny I am, and how good I look.  That, right there, is what makes me feel the worst.  The idea of not gaining weight, and looking thin in pregnancy is a good thing.  While, I'm throwing up all the time, and worrying about my baby not growing.  It's not a healthy way of being thin or fit, pregnant or not.  Also, there is an implication that I'm not eating to keep "my figure" while pregnant.  (Which a doctor has said to me), which just makes you feel like an unfit mother.  More guilt.

When I try to talk about this with people, I feel like I'm just complaining.  I try to limit who I tell. (Mostly, Andy and my mom).  Even then, omitting certain things to certain people so they don't get the entire story. Trying not to scare women into not having children ever, because it might happen to them.  Avoiding that look in someone's eyes, that they feel bad for me. 

This admission is in hope that maybe someone out there is going through the same thing, and will miraculously come across this post, and feel a little bit better.  In so many ways, I feel so alone in this process.  I know so many women who are totally fine pregnant.  Yes, uncomfortable for whatever reason, but are still happy and healthy.  Here I am, struggling, hating, and guilt ridden.  Counting the days down until this is over.  Not even for a baby anymore, just to feel normal.  Struggling to tell people how excited I am to have another baby but, it just feels like I'm lying.  I wanted this, wanted this so badly, that I hate myself for feeling like this, then hate myself more for letting all this negative energy consume me. 

Here I am, the second half.  The easier half for me.  An end in sight.  The last time I will have to be pregnant.  That is what is going to have to keep me going.  Every day that passes is one less day I have to be pregnant.  One day closer to normal. 




Friday, December 5, 2014

Updates 1.0

Life is crazy, and this blog gets updated pretty much when someone asks me if I still have a blog... Opps. I thought I would just share some of the latest pics over the last couple of months.
We got to go to the Michigan/Michigan state game this year.  I have not been back to East Lansing in forever! It was nice revisiting the old stomping grounds.

Unfortunately Annie became an only dog again.  Penny was just getting to much to handle and her and Charlotte are sworn enemies.  Annie is pretty psyched to not get humped every day.
We had a glow in the dark class at Pure Barre.  It was awesome!
Charlotte dressed as a very upset flamingo for Halloween. 
"Kids are coming" still, every night, since the tricker treaters.
Finally! It's a girl!
We love bubbles.  Clearly one of the best pics of all time.  Thank you preschool.
My distraction technique at stores, giving her something to play with and then slipping it back on the shelf, does NOT work any more.  
Our glass table fell over and shattered (thanks Annie) two days before I hosted thanksgiving.
A trip to Ikea and target fixed that.
Potty training is in full force.
Which means we have a nudist in the house.  Usually from waist down bc it's hard to get shirts over that big noggin without adult supervision.
And are now getting ready for Christmas!!!!
There us have it!

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Sickness Hits


When you have a toddler attending any kind of place that involves more than one other toddler, getting sick is inevitable.  For both the toddler, and their parents.  For us, my hubs and my daughter might get a little sniffle, while I feel like I'm dying. 

It happened the day before Thanksgiving.  That itch in the back of my throat.  I took some zicam to prevent things.  Welp, that didn't work.  Maybe it was the stress of hosting Thanksgiving, or the huge change or weather, but I got slammed, hard.  By the time Sunday rolled around, I couldn't lift my head for more than 10 minutes at a time.  The other Powie's status; healthy. 

Until last night, C started with a fever earlier in the night, then a little nose drips, then full out sick.  Usually, I can rock her in the chair for a few hours and put her back to bed.  But, still being sick myself, where sitting upright for more than 10 minutes isn't an option, we decided to bring her into.... Our bed. 🙀

This is usually a last ditch effort for most parents. It's basically throwing in the towel and giving into the worst habit ever. 

This is usually how this idea starts. (Drawings done by yours truly)

45 minutes later...

An hour after that...

20 minutes pass...

15 minutes later...

Then you get another hour or so of sleep and the alarm goes off and you want to die.  All day.

You might think the eye patch would make you not want to do it again, but I tell you when that REM sleep is interrupted, you loose all sense of reason. Or you're on vacation, when she can see you from her pack and play and you are SOL. 

Guaranteed this will be the situation tonight.
Poor little lady! Sick babies/toddlers are the WORST! Now go wash your hands after reading this post.