It was a Sunday night in September when we first found out that you were a real thing.
In our grand old rented villa with stained-glass windows, in a past life it was classy and timeless but now looked like a dated student flat. Every furnishing and fixture carelessly battered, coloured the shade of white specifically achieved through years of overuse and under-cleaning.
I think the moment we were conscious of you, I started feeling sick. Stomach flipping as gravity and the ground and all those comfortable certainties in life began to disappear. The Sunday morning drudgery, dehydration, fatigue and nausea that had previously been earned through several glasses of pinot was now greeting me on every day of the week, no wine needed.
Three weeks later, a few little spews, some bike rides abandoned at half way and a lot of mid-day naps and I was allowed to start on a walk run program to get over my pelvic injury, osteitis pubis. Finally!
The commitment to going to the gym several times a week, cycling inside on the wind trainer and aqua jogging – none of it seemed very important any more when I knew that I wouldn’t be getting ‘fit’ any time soon.
In the early weeks I was still feeling really strong, going to chain gang rides with the HCR crew, charging up hills on my bike in the rain after work, motivation I can no longer relate to! On the days I didn’t feel good I would make sure I went for a walk to keep active, or for a ride alongside Mr B as he ran, just to get some fresh air in my lungs.
8 weeks in after a fast morning ride around the bays I felt incredible. Light, happy, and with that satisfying deadness in my legs. I finally got that familiar feeling after a hard training session and I felt like myself again. But myself wasn’t just me any more, and that hard session was the last.
11 weeks pregnant and I was making lots of progress on my walk run program, 6 minute walk, four minute run for thirty minutes. One particular day was a five minute walk, followed by a trip to A&E. I read later that pregnancy can make your balance a bit off, I agree with that!
I was in a panic because my chin bled a LOT when it split open, it hurt, and I had to get a tetanus injection. I was really worried about falling with the baby, but the Doctor said ‘It’s fine, your pelvis will have protected the baby, the pelvis is really strong!’. Oh you mean the pelvis that got a stress fracture? The same pelvis that keeps malfunctioning and preventing me from running? THAT PELVIS!? *cue sobbing*
The Doctor said she recognised my name from Strava, and noted that I might not be on the leaderboards any time soon. She gave me 8 stitches while I held Mr B’s hand. That hand softly slipped away during her graphic blow-by-blow account of poking fat back inside my chin with the end of a pair of scissors. I’m crossing my fingers and toes that he gets over that squeamishness by May 2018.
The last week of the first trimester was a great one. I had one of those runs (still 30% walking) that was so blissful, in the sunshine, around Wellington’s Oriental Bay and in that moment I knew that the rehab was all worth it. I felt like me.
Training for the First Trimester
- Longest run: 5.6km (a run/walk)
- Longest ride: 74.9km
- Average hours of exercise: 3-5 per week (not including walking)
- Biggest run/walk week: 30km
I switched a lot of runs out for walks through the botanical gardens, I slept a lot, I tried to remember that I wasn’t eating like an athlete and to cut down on the portion sizes to account for this. I don’t need to fear being hungry any more when I have no long run in the morning!
I think in a way it helped already being unfit to begin with. I was riding a lot and doing yoga and gym work, then I very slowly built in the walk-run program when I felt I could. Working on increasing my running at a time when I knew that I’d barely get started before I had to decrease it didn’t worry me. Do what you can, where you are, with what you have, and all that.
The Best Parts of the First Trimester
The Beautiful people at Harbour City Racing! Being able to ride with a group who were welcoming, who helped me to learn, raced me on the hills, and showed me how it is possible to change a tyre with no tyre lever made my life very happy.
The titties! A new toy! I have taken great joy in popping a tit into every possible photo opportunity.
Already being unfit before I got pregnant meant getting away with having a bit of extra fluff around the tummy with no pregnancy suspicions at all.
The Worst Parts of the First Trimester
Not being in complete control of how my body feels. Training is certainty, you tick the boxes, you feel the benefits, you get the results. Having the motivation to get outside, but dry retching when you move makes training near impossible. Serena Williams winning a grand slam 8 weeks pregnant is more mind-blowing for me than Elon Musk’s Falcon Heavy rocket launching a car into space. I felt like utter shit at 8 weeks!
Keeping a secret is very hard. Declining the wine matches at a five course degustation because you ‘don’t feel like drinking wine’ is really flippin’ hard and also a really terrible lie.
A lot of the time I felt like I was letting my friends down, because I was feeling too sick to hang out, too tired, or just too emotionally unstable to leave the house between tears at the impending human thing or stressing out about whether or not I’ll be a good mother. It has also made me think how I could have been more supportive of my own pregnant friends, I realise now how little I understood what they were going through. I think I get it now *dry retches*.
I feel like I was very lucky to be able to keep riding, running and doing the things I love in the first trimester without having to dig too many holes to bury little piles of spew on the side of Polhill trail.
I’m optimistic about the other TWENTY SEVEN WEEKS (oh myyy that’s a long time) being just as cruisy and a little less spews-y. I’m looking seriously in to a running buggy that looks friendly enough to take to the Plunket rooms but will perform like the Dodge Charger in Death Proof when I need it to.
Any suggestions much appreciated 🙂
February 14, 2018 at 4:46 pm
You are so awesome! and you look absolutely amazing pregnant!
February 14, 2018 at 5:32 pm
Thank you! I am not minding it so far, it definitely has a few low points but I am so grateful to have had a pretty easy pregnancy so far 🙂
February 14, 2018 at 4:58 pm
Wonderful news Amanda! Congrats to you both 🎉
February 14, 2018 at 5:31 pm
Thank you Lee! I’m really happy, I think 2018 is going to be a magical year 🙂
February 14, 2018 at 9:08 pm
get that cleavage working for you manda!! Yes its tough but oh sooo worth it. The most fulfilling thing you will ever do. And any training A) can wait, and B) you will be mentally tougher to cope with it all. Cos once you’ve joined this particular club, you’ve made it.!
March 5, 2018 at 6:22 am
Thanks Alisa! It will be great when we can come down to visit, need to get the girls to show her her first horse!
February 15, 2018 at 6:50 pm
So cool Broughtskin ❤️ You look amazing. I loved being pregnant, enjoy it!
PS – great boobs! You wait for the milk truck to arrive!!
March 5, 2018 at 6:20 am
Thanks Katherine! Im kinda enjoying the napping part of pregnancy and the baby kicks when they aren’t too vicious and directed at my rib cage. This baby is going to have great legs I just know it.
February 15, 2018 at 7:52 pm
Work that cleavage, girl. By the way, when your milk comes in again, you’ll be amazed at how big they get. Only time I actually ever had boobs… The secret keeping of the first trimester is really hard eh? Especially when it’s such an exciting secret that consumes pretty much all of your waking thoughts. Keep up the good work, be kind to yourself (especially as your body gets bigger and more awkward) x
March 5, 2018 at 6:17 am
What!? They get bigger?? This is quite alarming, all my life I’ve wanted them to be bigger but now I want them to be small again.
Secret keeping is so hard, so is the announcement part because I didn’t know how to drop in to casual conversation that I was pregnant.
February 19, 2018 at 8:50 pm
Loved your blog Amanda! You will be an amazing wee mum and Brendon will be a great dad!he will be amazing by your side in may. Lucky wee bubs xo💜💜💙
March 5, 2018 at 6:14 am
February 20, 2018 at 1:35 pm
Congratulations! How exciting!