Let's do a little recapping. Spring leading into summer was wonderful. Many fun races, good half-marathon times, planting flowers and veggies outside with my girl, trying new recipes, hanging out with family and friends, discovering the local splash pads, building a new swing set, raising butterflies, making cookies, and the list of fun goes on. Everything seems exciting with a 1.5 year old who is doing so much of it for the first time and who is so very curious and interested in it all. It makes me feel like a kid too as I watch her play, explore, discover, make huge messes, laugh, run, jump, and learn.
|Splash pad love. This girl can ROCK the splash pad!|
|Picking strawberries...okay, I was picking, she was sampling.|
|Jason and my dad built Eloise this swing set in our backyard. It has been a HIT ever since!|
The last time I wrote in April, we were in the midst of all of it. I had just run the Seaside Half-marathon, finishing in 1:48 and I was on to Scottsboro in April and then Bridgestreet in May. I had planned to take a minute off of each race and I succeeded in Scottsboro. It was hilly and rained on us the entire time, but I had a good run, finishing in 1:47 and winning first place in my age group. Bridge street was in May and I was on target for my 1:46. My PR was a 1:44, but I thought it too soon to make that big of a leap. Well, not only did I not leap to my PR, I leaped 9 minutes backward, finishing in 1:53. I was so aggravated! I knew I was trained, I knew I was ready! The course was flat, the day was warm, but not too bad... And it was in my hometown! I knew it was all just a part of running and racing, and I knew I needed to let it go, but it took me a while.
And that seemed odd. Not only had I fallen apart in a race where I should have done well, I was overly upset about it. The next day I made myself run sub 8 pace on the treadmill as a sort of... punishment...? Now, I love running, training, setting and reaching goals as much as the next runner, but I'm usually able to have a moment of disappointment, shrug my shoulders and move on. But this time I was frustrated! Angry! And I couldn't understand why I hadn't been able to make my 1:46 time.
Well. I got my answer a few weeks later when I took a little pregnancy tests. Positive! Of course, in the half marathon it was just a wee little tiny spec, but it was there. Or should I say HE was there. Yep. We are expecting a baby boy in December. I AM SO EXCITED! I can hardly stand myself, I am so excited. Secretly I had hoped the reason for my slow half marathon would be a baby, but I didn't want to get my hopes up. I actually took a pregnancy test too early and it was negative. But all the symptoms were there. Not only was the half marathon slow and hard, ALL of my runs were. Maybe once a week I'd have a good run, but most were slogs. I was hoping, but not daring to hope too much.
Jason knew all along. He even knew when the first test was negative.
We succeeded in keeping it a secret until that first 8 week appointment (where I was actually 9 weeks). After that we told our families and once I reached the second trimester, we told close friends and then anyone. I'm almost 18 weeks now and I'm starting to show a little. I feel good mostly, and I'm glad the morning yuckies are gone. I never really got sick, but I usually felt yucky after eating breakfast each day.
|Beach trip/work trip with Jason at 13.5 weeks preg|
I had some good runs though! We ran several races in which I did well and it was fun being the only one to know I was running with a little passenger. We ran a 4 mile race in Fayetteville, which was so gorgeous and fun. I pushed Eloise in the stroller and it was HILLY! Crazy hilly. But I managed 4th female overall and 1st in my age group (it wasn't a super big race, but still. A pregnant, stroller pushing win is a win!).
We ran two 10 milers, both in June. The RC Cola Moonpie in Bell Buckle and the Firecracker Chase in Fayetteville. I won first in my age group in the Firecracker Chase, which was a huge surprise. I was taking it super easy in the heat, just enjoying being able to run 10 miles and feel good doing it. We ran the Firecracker 5k here in Huntsville on July 4th and I pushed Eloise in the stroller. We announced that day we were pregnant.
|Just a family of 4 having fun on the 4th!|
These races would be fun to recap, but for now I'll have to settle with a few pictures and a brief summary. I can't believe it is almost August. My girl will be turning 2 on the first and we are planning a little family cookout to celebrate. I'm looking forward to summer ending and cooler temps arriving so I don't have to get up so early to get in the miles (that is getting harder!), but I also don't want to wish away these golden summer days with just me and my girl. She is a hoot, and she brings me joy and laughter every day. I'm pretty sure I have never done anything so satisfyingly wondering in this life as be her mama. And to be blessed with another little one of our own...well, I am so hugely grateful every day for such a gift.
That's all for now, my friends! I'm going to try to be a bit more regular with my writing, but we shall see how that goes. Have a GREAT day!