tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108673437551788652024-03-05T19:57:13.424-06:00Wild World of the WebbsOur life and family, we have grown to 3!Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15202867191418460904noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210867343755178865.post-59777749143654608922012-02-13T11:32:00.000-06:002012-02-13T11:32:03.042-06:00Alex is 9 months already?I know it is hard to believe, but our little boy turned 9 months today. He is growing by leaps and bounds! He has been a "roller" for quite a while now, but is getting pretty good at it. He graduated to the next room at daycare, and it didn't take long for him to start picking things up from the other kids. Alex can get pretty much anywhere he wants to go by rolling and turning around in a circle on his stomach. This weekend he showed us a new trick, he is starting to get up on his hands and knees and rock back and forth. Crawling can't be too far away! I think he is the only kid in his daycare room that can't crawl yet, so he is very motivated to learn. I prepared this week by putting safety plugs in all the electrical sockets, and padding on the fireplace and furniture corners. Being a little boy I am sure he will get his share of bumps and bruises, but I will try to avoid them as much as possible!<br />
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Since my last post we have been very busy. My mom came to visit the first weekend in February, so we decided to finally get our act together and have Alex's baptism. We were a little nervous since church was right during Alex's naptime, but he did great. He hammed it up for the congregation of course, and everyone loved him! We celebrated afterwards with a soup dinner and cake. Alex really wanted the cake, Uncle Paul saved him from taking a nose dive into it! Sorry buddy, in three more months you can literally "dig in" to your birthday cake!<br />
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On a less fun note, Alex just got over a nasty cold and ear infection. He had a cold and a terrible cough for almost five weeks! We took him to the doctor after 2 weeks and they said it was just a cold, nothing they could do, and to let it run it's course. Well two weeks later he was getting worse and running a mild fever. I had enough and took him back to the doctor. This time they said he had RSV and another ear infection. Which means we get to see the ENT this week. I see tubes in his future, but we will see what the ENT says. I will do anything to avoid more ear infections, Alex is so miserable when he has them. But enough of that, how about some pictures!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Watch out mom, I'm gonna take off soon!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alex and Aunt Jenn, his new Godmother!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alex started to freak a little with the water on his head, but never cried!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I want that cake!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alex had his first haircut! He was not a fan!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Big boy in his 9 month picture!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cutest cupid I have ever seen!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15202867191418460904noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210867343755178865.post-30072893913175441422012-02-13T11:10:00.002-06:002012-02-13T11:57:18.131-06:00Catching upIt is hard to believe I haven't posted since Halloween! I think in the back of my mind I thought I had been posting, when in reality that's all I did...think about it. So I will try to catch us up with some pictures. For Alex's first thanksgiving we went to Great Grandpa and Grandma Eicher's house for dinner. Alex did pretty well but had another ear infection so we had to change his clothes a couple times (Dang antibiotics!) Then we went to his Great Great Aunt Glenda and Uncle John's house for second thanksgiving dinner. Mom and Dad were stuffed but Alex didn't seem to mind! He got to see his cousin Collins again and now that he is getting bigger they were able to play a little bit. I can't wait until they are both a little older and can play on equal ground!<br />
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Alex was very lucky to have 5 Christmases this year. That is pretty good for your first Christmas! We started out the season by traveling down to South Carolina to see Grandma Des and Grandpa Haynie. It was a great trip and we missed out on a snowstorm back home so that was an added bonus! We went to HollyWild to see the Christmas lights and Alex got to meet some new animal friends! We also got to take a trip to Biltmore Mansion. Alex slept through most of it but when he was awake he enjoyed the beautiful decorations! His second Christmas was the weekend before Christmas, when Grandma and Grandpa Webb came to visit. We had a yummy ham dinner with all the fixins! Next he had Christmas with Great Grandma Nancy, Aunt Jenn and his cousins Meghan and Andrew. I had to work all Christmas weekend, so we ended up having our family Christmas on Christmas Eve after I got off of work. As usual Alex enjoyed the wrapping paper and boxes more than his presents! Last but not least we went to Grandpa Steve and Grandma Stephanie's house on New Years. So he got to celebrate his first New Years and fifth Christmas together! Alex had fun but didn't quite make it to midnight. Which I am sure is a good thing!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alex's 6 month picture, such a big boy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Alex in one of his many thanksgiving outfits </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alex and Collins</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alex's first time with Santa!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cutest santa ever</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15202867191418460904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210867343755178865.post-65017294998728227542011-10-23T21:06:00.000-05:002011-10-23T21:06:26.994-05:00Happy Halloween!Here are Alex's Halloween pictures taken by the talented Meghan Miller!<br />
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Alex had his four month checkup in September, and everything looked great. Dr Harrison thought Alex was doing well developmentally, and is growing well. He was up to 13.5 lbs and 25 inches. His weight is now in the 25th percentile, so he is still on the smaller side for his age but is catching up! We got the all clear to start cereal with Alex, but Alex has other ideas. He wasn't too impressed with rice cereal and even a month later he still spits half of it out. But some babies don't get the hang of it until 6 months so we will keep trying!<br />
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Dr Harrison had us come back to the office this week for a recheck of Alex's flat spot. He thinks it is getting better and since there is no facial or ear deformity he doesn't have to wear a corrective helmet! So we will keep working on reshaping his head and get it nice and round. Alex is now 14 lbs 15 oz! Still in the 25th percentile but since he is gaining weight and healthy the doctor (and mom and dad) are happy. The bad news...Alex still has an ear infection in his right ear. So more antibiotics. I have a feeling he will have problems with his ears like I did.<br />
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I started a new job at Bergan Mercy Medical Center here in Omaha, I know work on the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. A big change from my old med/surg/ortho job, but this is where I wanted to work since nursing school. It is going great so far, I have a lot to learn but luckily they are very patient with teaching me!<br />
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Well I think that is about it for updates on our little family, now the moment you have been waiting for...pictures!<br />
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He still isn't very motivated to roll over yet. When I put him on his play mat he kicks and bats at his toys, but seems to be content on his back. He is happiest in his bouncy chair, the kid loves to bounce. If you aren't bouncing him hard or fast enough, he will let you know! I don't want to jinx myself, but Alex is a great sleeper. He usually sleeps about 9 hours a night, and he pretty much tells us when he is ready for bed. Around 830 he starts to get sleepy but we try to keep him awake until at least 930. Then we put him in his crib with the mobile turned on and he puts himself to sleep! He must take after his mommy and realize how great sleep is. I wish this would last forever! <br />
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For the most part things have been pretty quiet around here. Work has been going well for both me and Tim, my transition back to work wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Yes it was hard for me to be away from the family and leave Alex at daycare, but I have the benefit of only working three nights a week. So I get a lot more time with Alex than most working moms do. My first week back to work was hectic though, it was hard to get back into my routine! It is amazing how many little things you can forget or overlook when you haven't worked in 9 weeks. Luckily after a couple days things were back to normal. Well as normal as you can be with a new baby!<br />
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Alex had his three month pictures taken this week, and they are adorable! Meghan took all these pictures at our house. She got some great shots! I also weighed him to see how big he is getting, and he weighed in at a whopping 13.2 pounds! I was really excited about that because since we see him everyday it is hard to judge how big he is getting. He was 9 lbs 4 oz at his 2 month appointment so if he stayed on his goal of 1 oz per day he would need to have gained 2 lbs by now. He has far surpassed that!! Dr Harrison will be pleased next month. Enjoy the pictures!<br />
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Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15202867191418460904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210867343755178865.post-71405661276573315532011-07-15T23:11:00.000-05:002011-07-15T23:11:32.316-05:00Webb summer get together, 4th of July, and 2 month dr visitThe end of June was Alex's first Webb get together, so he got to meet some of his Great Aunts and Uncles. We were nervous taking him on a long road trip to Illinois, but for the most part it went very well! He likes to ride in the car, pretty much all he did was sleep haha. We just had to stop every couple hours so he could eat and get his diaper changed. But to be honest I was happy to get out of the car and stretch my legs! We had a great weekend of eating great food and catching up, I couldn't have asked for anything better!<br />
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Well Alex had his first 4th of July! He loved it of course! On July 2nd we went over to our friends Aaron and Kendra's house for a grill-out and fireworks. Alex did really well with the fireworks, I think the bright lights bothered him more than the noise. However, after about 15 minutes he was not enjoying it any longer, so we went inside. On the 3rd we went over to my Aunt Glenda's house for a family get together and Alex got to meet his "cousin" Collins. I say "cousin" because let's face it, it's simpler. My mom and Sarah are 1st cousins, and Collins is Sarah's daughter. So we joked that Collins and Alex are "some sort of cousins". Alex wasn't too sure about Collins, but I think Collins loved Alex and thought he was her new toy.<br />
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</tbody></table>On the 4th we went to our friends Amanda and Kevin's house for another 4th of July picnic. Alex was a huge hit especially with the girls...everyone loves babies!<br />
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Alex had his 2 month Well-baby visit this week. I think it was hard on the both of us since he had to get his first round of vaccinations! The good news is that he is up to 9 lbs 4.5 oz and 22 inches long! He is in the 5th percentile for weight, 7th percentile for length, and 16th percentile for head circumference. So he is still a little guy. But Dr Harrison said as long as he gains 1 oz per day, he is doing well. And so far he has surpassed that! The rest of his checkup went great!<br />
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</tbody></table>I can't believe how big Alex is getting and how much he is changing day to day. He is getting really good at holding his head up and pushing up on his arms during tummy time. It's just a matter of time before he rolls over! His hair is growing back, I swear I can see it getting longer every day. In some light it looks white/blonde and in other light it looks red. Time will tell!Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15202867191418460904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210867343755178865.post-11677750217138116392011-07-15T22:38:00.000-05:002011-07-15T22:38:35.330-05:00A mother's guiltLately I have been thinking a lot about "mother's guilt". I am sure I am not the only one who feels guilty about something nearly every day. Think about it, what mother isn't guilty about going back to work, or letting a poopy diaper sit for just "five more minutes", or even thinking "ugh do I REALLY have to get up?" when the baby wakes at 4 in the morning. And of course there is the biggie: breastfeeding. Since I learned I was pregnant I have had several reasons I wanted to breastfeed. First of all, it is free. Who wants to spend money on formula when you can feed your baby for free? But most of all, I knew that breast milk was the healthiest food for my baby and as all mothers, I wanted to do the absolute best for my baby. I read books, articles, blogs, and message boards on breastfeeding; I talked to my friends and family to get their input. I took it for granted that it would work out for me, even though I knew it wouldn't be easy.<br />
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I may have known it wouldn't be easy, but I still wasn't prepared for the challenge. I started off behind the pack, I didn't even get to hold Alex until he was 4 hours old. "It's ok" I told myself, and as soon as I got to hold him and he was passed around for all my family to hold him I kicked everyone out of the room so I could breastfeed. Well it helped that it was 2 am, but that's not the point! Breastfeeding seemed to go well at first, Alex latched on perfectly. I continued to breastfeed him every couple hours, and as far as I knew, everything was going fine and normally. But then on hospital day 3 I found out from the pediatrician that Alex has lost quite a bit of weight. If he lost much more, we would have to start supplementing him with formula. Soon after that Alex started to get very upset, he was inconsolable and cried for over an hour. I tried to breastfeed him but he would just get more upset. Finally we called the nurse because I didn't know what to do. She suggested that we give him a little formula, just to ease his hunger. I didn't like the idea, but I put my feelings aside. My baby needed to eat right? I couldn't believe how fast he sucked the formula down. I broke down and cried. Why couldn't I feed my baby? Why couldn't I give him what he needed? It was a very hard time for me, it didn't help that my hormones were crazy since I had just given birth. The next day we discovered that he had lost more weight, so he would need formula supplementation after each breastfeeding. I felt defeated.<br />
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Well to make a long story short, breastfeeding never got any easier. But I kept at it, determined to make it work. My problem was that my milk never came in. I don't know if it was the c-section, the fact that I had a small baby, the medications I was taking for my clotting disorder, or just that it was my first baby. (I have heard from others that they didn't produce enough milk for their first baby, but produced plenty for the next baby) I tried everything to make it work. I pumped, I took medications, I took herbal supplements (that my dr told me not to take but hey, I was desperate), I ate oatmeal every day, I drank ovaltine, and I even spent a week drinking 1 Guinness each night. (yuck!) One of the prescriptions I took, Reglan, seemed to help a little, but you can only take it for 1 month and after that month my milk supply started to dwindle again. But still I kept at it. I spent weeks beating myself up over it. Everyone I talked to said "I would have given up by now" or "Is this worth all the stress?" but I just ignored it. Even though I was stressed out, didn't want to leave the house or make plans with friends/family, and just generally unhappy, I refused to give up. Why? <br />
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Ah now we get to it, the almighty Guilt factor. I felt like if I gave up breastfeeding I was being lazy and not doing my best for Alex. It took my mother telling me "Kristin you have spent your entire maternity leave being miserable over this. You should be enjoying yourself!" before I really got it. Alex was healthy. I had given breastfeeding my best shot. It just didn't work for us, and Alex would be just fine on formula. That day I felt such a wonderful rush of relief come over me. Sure Mr. Guilt talks to me in the back of my mind most days saying "What if you had given it one more week? Maybe it would have worked after that 9th week!" But I have learned to ignore it. It's time to move on!Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15202867191418460904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210867343755178865.post-22634245335771090632011-07-06T21:56:00.000-05:002011-07-06T21:56:25.519-05:00I need to get better at thisWell once again, I waited way too long in between blog posts. I am really going to attempt to be better to keep our wonderful relatives and friends updated on what's going on. I will try to quickly sum up what has been going on, hopefully you have either talked to me or read my facebook updates but if not here you go!<br />
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My last update was week 33 of pregnancy, and the rest of my pregnancy went pretty well. All of my ultrasounds and non stress tests were normal...until week 38 (May 13th). I got off my night shift at work and went into my weekly OB appointment. I went into the non stress test first, and we had one of our fastest times! I had the hang of it by that point and knew that I had to chug ice water to keep baby moving. After that we went to the ultrasound. Usually we breeze through it, but this time was a little different. It was one of our "measuring weeks" where we got to see approximately how much he weighed. The tech kept retaking the measurements over and over again to try to get a bigger weight, he was only measuring 6 lbs at the most. And most of his measurements were below that. I knew he would be a small baby, but that is pretty small for a 38 week baby. The tech just said it was because he was too far down in my pelvis and she couldn't get a good measurement on his head. I was a little relieved, I thought he must have dropped and he would be coming any day now! Well I was partially correct. When the OB came into check my cervix, I was still at 1 cm and he was not dropped down in my pelvis at all. So the measurements were correct. Dr Hedrick also said that she didn't like some of his placental measurements, and she was suspicious that his placenta was not functioning properly. Ok this was definitely panic time for me, but she said he is obviously doing ok since he passed his non stress test and the other parts of the ultrasound. However, she also said that she didn't want to wait until May 20th which was our original induction date, she wanted to induce that day. it was 1245 pm and she said, "Can you get to Bergan by 200 pm?" Um yeah I guess! Needless to say I was freaking out a little. I thought I had another week to get ready! We had a whole entire list of stuff we wanted to do before baby came, but oh well. It was time!<br />
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I called Tim frantically and told him he needed to get home right away so we could go to the hospital. We quickly threw what we thought we needed in bags and headed to Bergan. I made it there exactly at 2! They started the pitocin and I was nervous about starting labor but excited to meet my baby boy finally. Well after 7 hours of pitocin, I still hadn't started labor. My cervix didn't dilate, and I only had one real contraction, the rest were braxton-hicks. I was at the max amount of pitocin and the baby was doing ok, but his heart rate was starting to lose variability, which is one of the early signs that things just "aren't right". Luckily I have a great doctor and it was her weekend on call (yay!) so she was there at the hospital with me. She decided it would be best to do a c-section and get the baby out before we started having problems. Again I was a little freaked out and I didn't really want a c-section, but I would also do anything for my baby so I said, "let's go!"<br />
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</tbody></table>Since I never went into labor I didn't have an epidural, so I got a spinal block. It didn't work all the way, I could still feel around my belly button. I didn't think that was a big deal until they started doing the delivery, it felt like someone grabbed my skin by my belly button with a hook and was pulling it across the room as hard as they could. Ouch! They ended up having to give me some fentanyl through my IV but it still hurt like nothing I've ever felt before. I guess that was my trade off for not having contractions! Anyway, Alex was born and he was a perfect baby. He started crying right away which was music to our ears. We both started crying hysterically we were so happy. (Well I was already crying from pain but I was glad to turn it into a happy cry!) It was the happiest moment of my life!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alexander Steven, 5 lbs 13 oz, 19.5 inches</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Well after a quick clean up and a kiss from mom and dad, Alex was whisked away to the nursery to finish his exams and get a bath. Tim followed Alex to the nursery while I hung out and the doctors sewed me up. After I recovered I was taken up to our post-partum room. On our way I got to stop by the nursery and see Alex. Oh how I wanted to hold him! But I had to wait another excruciating 2 hours because his blood sugar was low and it needed to be above a certain level before he could be released from the nursery. Finally at 1:30 am I got to hold my baby!<br />
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</tbody></table>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15202867191418460904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210867343755178865.post-30985296091915836082011-04-12T11:03:00.000-05:002011-04-12T11:03:21.532-05:00Week 33Week 33 has been pretty eventful, probably more than I would like! Friday I went to my weekly doctor appointment, and I had my first non-stress test. I think the name "non-stress" test is very fitting, because for me it was very relaxing! The nurses took me back to a private room with a comfy recliner, and hooked me up to a monitor. It is just like the monitors in the hospital, one sensor tracks baby's heart rate and the other sensor measures if you happen to have any contractions. I didn't have any contractions, but that is normal for a non-stress test, they are basically measuring how the baby does under normal circumstances. They measured his heart rate for 15-20 minutes (I'm not sure how long I was in there!) and they look for heart rate accelerations. That is when the baby's heart rate shows an increase of at least 15 beats per minute for at least 15 seconds. They also give you a little button to push every time the baby moves, so they can see if the accelerations coincide with activity. The first part of the test baby was asleep, so I figured I would be there forever. (If they monitor you for 20 minutes and there aren't any accelerations or movements, you just get to sit there longer!) He did have one acceleration but it was a little one, and for some reason the monitor wasn't working when I pushed the activity button. About 10-15 minutes later, baby woke up and showed how he likes to go wild in mommy's tummy! Let's put it this way - the first half of the test he moved about 5 times, the second half of the test he moved 30 times! He had a really good acceleration at the end, so the NP said I could come off the monitor. So this is what I have to look forward to every week! <br />
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Next they took me for my biophysical profile, which is another part of my weekly visit. The non-stress test is actually part of the biophysical profile, but I did that part first today. The rest of the profile involves an ultrasound that measures amniotic fluid, heart rate, breathing movements, and activity. Since baby was awake, it took less than 5 minutes to get what we needed. And then the sonographer was nice enough to snap some pictures of baby!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">33 weeks 1 day, and yes that is a hand and a foot in front of his face!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">33 weeks 1 day, looks like he is ready to go back to sleep!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>As you can see, he was striking his usual "hands in the face" pose, but today he decided to add a foot in there! In fact, before she was able to get a picture he was trying to get his foot in his mouth, apparently sucking his thumb is getting boring! <br />
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Anyway, he passed the biophysical profile with flying colors so we were taken back to see the NP. She measured my belly and everything looked good so we were on our way to enjoy the wonderful weekend weather! The weekend was wonderful, not only because the weather was beautiful, but because we had hardly anything planned! I cannot remember the last time we had a weekend all to ourselves without work, traveling, or having someone visit. Don't get me wrong, I am not complaining about traveling and having visitors, it is just nice to have a nice quiet lazy weekend once in awhile. Especially with a baby on the way! Friday night we did go out with some friends to a fish fry though. I have always wanted to go to a fish fry during Lent, but I figured it was a lost cause since Tim hates to eat fish. Luckily for me a friend at work invited him to one and he decided we would try it out! Granted he didn't eat while we were there, he just partook of the vast amounts of beer. I think fish fries are one of the smartest fundraisers ever, they had to be raking in money! As you wait in the tremendously long line, there are beer stations conveniently placed down the hallway. Just as your pitcher is empty, gee there's another beer station! And once you get your food there are raffles and dessert tables and all sorts of places to throw money. And no one minds because it all goes to charitable causes! So smart! So even though Tim was a party pooper and didn't have any fish, we still had a good time. I'm glad I finally got to go!<br />
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Saturday I pretty much relaxed all day, I did a little housework and enjoyed the 87 degrees by sitting on the front porch swing and reading a book. And if I remember right, I was falling asleep on the couch by 830. Good times! Sunday I finished up the housework while Tim slaved in the yard, and then we vegged on the couch watching golf. I normally don't like to watch golf, but due to the fact we don't have cable (we just use a digital antenna) that was all that was on! Once I watched for awhile I actually started to get into it and it was somewhat entertaining! All I have to say is poor Rory! While watching golf my abdomen started to hurt. I couldn't put my finger on what it was, but my stomach felt really tight and I was getting very uncomfortable. I wondered if I was having contractions, or if baby was just really pushing against my abdominal wall. It lasted all night, and eventually started to make my back hurt. I thought about calling the doctor, but I really didn't think it was anything too serious. Plus I had an appointment the next morning with my specialist, so I figured if I still didn't feel well in the morning I would bring it up to him. So around 830 I grabbed a heating pad for my back and headed to bed.<br />
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I tossed and turned all night and woke up with the same contractions/cramps/back pain. I figured it was probably Braxton-Hicks contractions if anything, but I didn't think they were supposed to be constant like this. So I went to my doctor's appointment to see what was up. So why two doctors? I see my normal OB doctor every week now, but I have also been seeing a Maternal-Fetal Specialist every 6 weeks or so since I was 18 weeks pregnant. He does a diagnostic ultrasound to make sure the baby is growing and developing properly. One potential problem with Factor V Leiden is fetal growth suppression, and other problems can include blood clots in the placenta. So far the baby is growing fine and they estimate his weight to be 4 lbs 5 oz! If he grows about a half a pound a week (which is the average) then he will be about 7 lbs when he is born. I think I could handle that! The rest of the ultrasound looked great and when the doctor came in he told me I would switch to heparin injections in 3 weeks. Right now I am on lovenox, which is a form of heparin, the reason I have to switch to regular heparin is because we are nearing delivery. (yay!) Heparin has a shorter half-life than lovenox, which means after injecting it is out of your system in about 12 hours. This is important when it comes to delivery so that you can get an epidural and not bleed to death! The downside is instead of one injection a day, you need to do two since it only lasts 12 hours. Blah. Oh well, whatever it takes right? I mentioned the contractions/cramps I had been having and he didn't seem to be concerned about it. That didn't really surprise me because as a high risk specialist he gets more concerned about the "big things" than the small things. So when I got home I called my regular OB because things just didn't seem "right". Of course she had me come into get checked out. She didn't think I was having pre-term labor or anything, but she was concerned that if these contractions/cramps continued I may go into labor. So she ran some tests and everything was fine, and finally determined I had a small infection she believed was irritating my uterus. So she gave me a prescription and told me she would see me on friday. If I wasn't better by then the infection must not be the issue. I thought, it better be gone by then I can't deal with this all week! I continued to have contractions/cramps all night but this morning I feel much better. Now I just have to figure out how to sleep comfortably at night but I think that will be a hard fought battle!Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15202867191418460904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210867343755178865.post-71511371424699137452011-04-09T09:01:00.002-05:002011-04-09T09:19:12.625-05:00Catching upTwo years? In two years I couldn't post anything? Honestly I have thought about it many times, including when my friend Rachel said "You are pregnant? You should blog about this!" I guess in my mind I thought "is my life really that interesting that people want to read about it?" The simple answer is that it's not! However, sometimes I get the paranoid feeling that my friends on facebook are probably tired of hearing about my pregnancy all the time. And on the flip side not all of my friends and family are on facebook, and they are unintentionally left out of the loop.<br />
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So here we are! Shortly after I last posted I married my best friend Tim, and we have jumped blissfully into married life. To be honest I don't feel like it is really any different than when we were just living together, aside from the legal part. We are still boring homebodies that love each other's company and love to make each other laugh. Occasionally we peer out our front door and enter the social life, only to get tired and dreaming of bed by 10 pm. Exciting huh? <br />
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We were fortunate enough to be able to buy a house last year, and we are slowly making it our home. Of course our views of making it a "home" were very different! I think once we moved all our stuff in, Tim felt like things were done. It has our stuff in it, it's where we live, it's home! I on the other hand, felt like the bare walls/bare windows/blue EVERYWHERE had to be remedied before I could call it "our" home. So we frantically painted the week before move in, and that helped a lot. Over the past year we have slowly been adding furniture, putting pictures on the walls, and hanging curtains. I feel like we are almost there! It's not that I feel like you have to have a house full of "stuff" for it to be a home, but the house just needed a dose of "Tim and Kristin".<br />
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How could I leave out Vader? <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vader, 7.5 weeks</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Two months to the day of closing on our house, we decided it was way too quiet and bought a Doberman Pinscher puppy! We trekked over to Eastern Iowa to a little place called <a href="http://www.bearcreekdobermans.com/">Bear Creek</a> and picked up our adorable little trouble maker. He quickly claimed Tim by climbing up on his neck in the car and peeing on his shoulder! Apparently this is how puppies like to claim their new parents! The best part was, my lap was outfitted with a puppy pad and towel for just such an accident, but Vader was way too clever for that. In any case, I am glad he grew out of that phase because look at him now:<br />
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</tbody></table>He is really turning into a great dog, Tim trains him every day and he is incredibly smart! Too smart sometimes, which is why he gets into trouble. Our ultimate goal would be for Vader to be a certified therapy dog. He loves people and would be a great breed ambassador, to show how great Dobermans can be.<br />
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So gee what next, oh yes I mentioned that I was pregnant? Tim and I aren't getting any younger and we both knew that we wanted kids, so we figured we better get started before too many grays started to show! I was lucky enough to get pregnant in September, which puts my due date at May 26th, 2011. Even though we were trying to get pregnant, the little plus sign on the pregnancy test still took me by surprise! I have longer cycles than normal, so when it came time to take the pregnancy test, it originally showed up negative. I was pretty bummed, but there's always next month right? Well two more weeks passed without my period, which didn't strike me as odd at the time. I was taking a medication to force my period (since my cycles are too long) but it takes a couple of weeks to work. Well as I was waiting for the medication to "kick in" I started to feel a little dizzy and sick. Nothing I couldn't handle, no vomiting or anything, I just felt like crap. "Great I'm getting sick" I said, but one of my friends at work said "you sound pregnant to me". I thought, surely there is no way I'm pregnant, but what the heck tomorrow morning I will take a pregnancy test. Well the next morning I forgot, and they say that "morning pee" gives the best results so I waited until the following morning. And what do I see? Thirty seconds into the 2 minute pee-on-a-stick test it comes up positive! Well I have had false positives before so of course I didn't believe it. So I ran to Walmart and bought not one but two different brands of pregnancy tests. I came home and peed some more and bam! Almost as soon as the pee hit the stick they were positive too! A very exciting morning to say the least. And since then things have been great. The worst morning sickness I got was a little nausea if I didn't eat anything. Not a big deal for me, eating is my favorite thing! It was a little hard at first to break the "forever dieting" mentality but I've embraced pregnancy with open arms.<br />
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Now that I am 8 months pregnant I am entering a whole new world of back pain, sciatic nerve pain, and leg cramps. I try not to complain too much though, because really I have it pretty great. I am considered a high-risk pregnancy, but everything has gone perfect so far thanks to the great care from my doctors. My family has a blood clotting disorder called <a href="http://www.fvleiden.org/">Factor V Leiden</a> which makes your blood clot too much if you are not careful. Easily managed in regular life, but make pregnancy risky if you don't know you have it. Fortunately I knew about this before I got pregnant, so my doctors could take the proper precautions. Some women are not as fortunate and find about their Factor V after many heartbreaking miscarriages. So what precautions are involved? Well for me I have a subcutaneous injection every day called lovenox that keeps my blood from forming unnecessary clots which could harm the baby. I have been doing these injections since March of 2010, way before we started trying to get pregnant. I also have frequent ultrasounds to make sure baby is growing the way he is supposed to. (oh yeah did I mention, it's a BOY!) So for those of you that are friends with me on facebook, that is why you get the monthly ultrasound pics. Not only are they fun but they serve a purpose! Here are a couple of my favorites so far:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">28 weeks, what a sweetheart!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">28 weeks, loves his thumb!</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Well I guess that is as good a place as any to wrap up this post. Sorry it's so long but hey if I wrote everything that's happened I would be writing a small novel! More to come!Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15202867191418460904noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210867343755178865.post-29101135964298580802009-04-26T19:10:00.002-05:002009-04-26T19:23:55.720-05:00Boot Camp: Results and ReflectionWell Thursday night we had our end of the month evaluations. I was pretty nervous to see my results since I knew I hadn't lost much if any weight. I knew my pants fit a little looser, but not by much. But all I cared about was that my numbers had gone down, no matter if it was by a lot or a little. Well I was pleasantly surprised:<br /><br />Weight: -2 pounds<br />Body fat: -3.7%<br />Arms: -0.25 inches<br />Chest: -0.5 inches<br />Waist: stayed the same<br />Hips: -1.75 inches<br />Legs: stayed the same<br /><br />Not bad for four weeks and 15 workouts!!! Of course I would have loved a Biggest Loser-like meltdown of pounds but that's not very realistic. I think this bootcamp was a great experience for me. It pushed me to my limit and taught me what I need to do to get in shape and improve my body. It also taught me not to be caught up on my weight but how I feel and how I look. I just hope that I can keep it up on my own. Anyone out there that wants a jumpstart on fitness or exercise, I definitely recommend some kind of boot camp. There are many types out there so find one that suits you. Also - get someone to go with you and hold you accountable. If I didn't have a friend going through this camp with me I am sure I would have skipped a couple times or even quit. Boot camps can be expensive, but think of it as investing in yourself. It's always a great investment!Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15202867191418460904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210867343755178865.post-87366874971125485292009-04-26T18:41:00.002-05:002009-04-26T19:10:26.352-05:00Final week of bootcampMonday we had a major windstorm blow through Omaha so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">boot camp</span> was canceled. I am sure you are thinking "why would a little wind stop people from exercising?" Well our workout was mainly mat work, and there was no way our poor little yoga mats could stand up to that wind. Plus the wind blew the port-a-potty over, we took that as a sign we shouldn't be there. We all agreed to come in Tuesday morning and make it up...<br /><br />There was one other time I went to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">boot camp</span> in the morning, and it was incredibly hard to get up that early. I knew this would be even harder since I had to go to the night camp as well. At morning camp we learned that during the last week of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">boot camp</span> we had the pleasure of doing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Tobatas</span>. (I think that is what it was called anyway) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Tobatas</span> are repeating the same group of exercises eight times in a row, with a ten second pause between each exercise. Tuesday morning that consisted of two exercises, running to the end of the parking lot and back, two different exercises, and then running to the end of the parking lot and back again. We repeated this cycle NINE TIMES. We were only supposed to do it eight times, but the trainer lost count half way through and didn't believe us when we told him we were doing an extra set.<br /><br />Tuesday evening we did another <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Tobata</span>, but this time he gave us a "break" and he had us do the exercise sets 4 times in a row without running in between each set. After we did the sets 4 times we did some lunges and running, then came back and did four more sets, more lunges and running, and then ab work. I was so tired after the workout but so proud that I lived through two <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">boot camps</span> in one day!<br /><br />Wednesday we did another <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Tobata</span>, but this time we did eight sets in a row, then some running, then ab work.<br /><br />Thursday was the last day of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">boot camp</span>. Corey said that we would have a "medium" intensity workout for the last day. We ran about 3/4 of a mile to a nearby park. I saw a snake on the way. It was dead but just as scary. I'm hoping it is my one and only snake sighting this year. When we got to the park we learned that we were doing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">pull ups</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">push ups</span>, and some arm dips. I have never done a pull up in my life, so I was pretty skeptical. We divided into partners so that we could spot each other on the pull up bar. While I was on the pull up bar, my partner held my legs and gave me a boost if I needed it. (which I always did!) Also Corey had to help me out by lifting me up by my armpits. It sounds like I didn't have to do anything, but even with all that help the most pull ups I did was 6! I was still pretty happy with that! We had to do three sets of each exercise, so we were pretty tired on the way back to the lake. I tried to jog as much as possible but I am sure most of the time I was speed walking. When I woke up the next morning my arms and upper back were pretty sore, but S<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">aturday</span> morning was even worse. I couldn't even lift my arms above my head. My poor arms are just that wimpy!Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15202867191418460904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210867343755178865.post-5095772871020017012009-04-20T13:12:00.002-05:002009-04-20T13:53:20.554-05:00Catching up on week 3Well as is inevitable with any blog, I skipped a couple days. I do have a lot of positive things to catch up on though. Week 3 was a great week, and my abs were definitely annihilated! Wednesday I had to work in the afternoon so I had to go to morning camp. Morning camp is at 5:30 in the morning. I am proud to say that I got up at 4:30, ate breakfast, and showed up at camp ready to go. It was a tough workout but it was nice to have it done and over with. The only thing I didn't like was that it was indoors and therefore very warm. I definitely like being outside where there is usually a nice breeze. (or sometimes a strong gusting wind!) <br /><br />Thursday we did a fireman's drill, which was extremely difficult. We broke into pairs and had to carry a duffel bag that weight 75lbs across the grass. Half the distance we got to carry the bag together, the other half we had to carry it on our own. All while running as fast as we could of course. Then while the other teams were doing their running we had to do push ups. The other fireman's drill we had to do was carry the bag together halfway down, then drag your partner the rest of the way. You would hold your partner under the arms, and then drag them by their feet across the grass. It sounds hard, and it was even harder than it sounded. It was a different way to exercise though, which made it fun.<br /><br />Thursday we also got a talk about fitness and weight loss. Corey was a little frustrated that all we have been thinking about is the number on the scale. He gave us the lecture that we have all heard many times, that the number on the scale means nothing, especially when measured next to inches lost or clothing size. I think this time it finally stuck for me, especially since he gave me the same speech the week before and it had been on my mind. It really hit home for me over the weekend though. Friday I did my weekly weigh-in and found that I still hadn't lost any pounds. I was pretty bummed but decided I wasn't going to let it ruin my weekend. I was just going to keep doing what I was doing and go with the flow. My size is my size and who cares.<br /><br />Then on Friday night I went shopping for a new outfit for my bachelorette party. Without thinking I picked up a new pair of jeans in my normal size. They fit me and I didn't think much of it. Then Tim called and I had to leave without buying the jeans. Saturday I went shopping again and ended up at JCPenney's. I went to the jeans section, picked up the same exact jeans I had picked up at Kohl's, but all the sudden it occured to me "I wonder if I can even zip up a smaller size?" I grabbed a size smaller than normal and headed to the dressing room. They fit!!! They were a tad tight but I could still breathe and they weren't causing a muffin top or anything. Plus they were stretchy and looked great. So I bought them and finished off my new outfit with a new shirt, jewelry, and sandals. My bachelorette party was Saturday night and I felt and looked great! Who cares about the number, I'm not gonna let it rule my life anymore!Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15202867191418460904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210867343755178865.post-2068075227679984652009-04-13T20:18:00.003-05:002009-04-13T20:38:38.482-05:00Seven and EightLast <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Thursday</span> was a pretty fun workout. It was raining but not too cold, and we took refuge under a picnic table shelter. In between mat workouts we ran out to the parking lot and played a game. We divided up into teams of 2 and each team had a rubber ball with knobs all over it which made it bumpy and uneven. We had to throw the ball to the other person, bouncing it once on the ground. If the ball bounced more than once, or we didn't catch it, we had to run after the ball, then switch places with our partner and do 5 jumping jacks. Needless to say we did a lot of running and a lot of jumping jacks. It is hard to catch that ball! Because it is so uneven it is difficult to tell where it will bounce. It seemed like every time I was the catcher it would bounce 20 or 30 feet away. I guess I got my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cardio</span> in!<br /><br />Today was a good workout, it was a little chilly but I warm up pretty quickly. Apparently the theme this week is "Total Ab A<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">nnihilation!" So in addition to our normal ab workout at the end of the day, we also do more matwork that is centered around the abs. That is fine with me, my abs are some of my weakest muscles. I had no idea we had theme weeks, usually we just have theme days. It should be fun!</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">After camp today I talked to the trainer about my diet. I have been following Weight Watchers and exercising for awhile now, and not seeing any weight loss. I know that it is normal to retain some water while building muscle, but I thought that after two weeks that would be over with. He said that it takes about three to four weeks to start losing pounds, so I should see some results the end of this week and the end of next week. He also said that I would start seeing some loss in inches by next week as well. I am excited to start seeing some results! I feel the results, I am not as sore after workouts and I can run longer without wanting to die, but hey let's be honest here: my wedding is coming up fast and I can't wait to look good (or at least better) in my dress. He also said that he likes Weight Watchers because it makes portion control easy, but he likes counting calories better. He asked me to start keeping track of my calories over the next couple days and let him know what my average day looks like. Counting calories might work better for me anyway, there are lots of ways to "cheat" with Weight Watcher points.</span>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15202867191418460904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210867343755178865.post-67958070142138139022009-04-08T21:33:00.003-05:002009-04-08T21:45:12.875-05:00Day sixToday was another gorgeous day, which always makes exercising more enjoyable. It was "back day" although most of our exercises worked the arms and abs. They must indirectly exercise the back or something. My quad didn't hurt today, but my right calf started to burn. I've heard that if your back is misaligned, or if your "step" is wrong that over time you can injure yourself. I'm beginning to think that I could have some kind of misalignment. I've had problems this week with my right leg, and I have a history of right shoulder pain. Or maybe I'm just out of shape and getting older. Who knows. I think I will ask the trainer about it tomorrow just to be safe. Otherwise it was a pretty great workout. Oh by the way, I still really hate running.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15202867191418460904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210867343755178865.post-62931999181171056112009-04-07T21:37:00.002-05:002009-04-07T21:49:35.742-05:00Day FiveToday the weather was beautiful!! 50 degrees with a tiny little breeze. So much better than yesterday!! Boot camp was extraordinarily difficult today, I think the trainer was making up for the half hour we lost yesterday. It was another "chest day", which meant lots of various push ups. I actually saw improvement since our last "chest day", but it was still very challenging. In between push up exercises we had to do <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">cardio</span> exercises across the parking lot. It varied from skipping, side stepping, grapevine, running backwards, high stepping, and sprinting. When we got to the sprint I pushed myself as hard as I could, and at the end of the parking lot I felt a sharp pain in my right quad. Great, I thought, I pulled a muscle. I didn't say anything to the trainer because I am already the worst in the class, I didn't want to be the complainer too. I backed off a bit, and promised myself that if the pain got worse, I would say something to the trainer. I finished the day without any major problems. I don't think I pulled anything, I just think my legs are incredibly sore. I have been stretching all night, I hope I feel <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ok</span> tomorrow. The last thing I need is an injury, I am finally starting to feel some progress. Still no weight loss, I really hope to see a loss on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Friday</span> when I have my weigh in. I keep reminding myself to stay positive.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15202867191418460904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210867343755178865.post-36641108516416037852009-04-06T19:37:00.003-05:002009-04-06T20:02:55.980-05:00Day fourWell Friday I did my weekly weigh-in for Weight Watchers, and I gained two pounds last week. I was pretty upset, but after researching online and talking to several people, I discovered that is pretty normal after starting a vigorous workout routine. Sure enough, this morning I weighed myself and the two pounds were gone. Now on to decreasing that number even more!<br /><br />I wasn't sure if we would have boot camp today since the weather was less than favorable. Luckily we only had to stay for a half hour. It was a lovely 37 degrees with a 26 degree windchill, but I still showed up out at Lake Zorinsky all bundled up. At first I was so cold I could barely move and my hands turned numb. But eventually my body warmed up and was somewhat accustomed to the weather. Unfortuately my lungs felt otherwise. I tried to breathe through my nose as much as possible because the air was so cold, but after running a couple laps I was so out of breath I had to start breathing through my mouth. I started to choke from all the phlegm and the nurse in me kept thinking "what if I drown in my own fluids? there's no suction here!" But obviously I was able to clear my throat and get through it. Aside from that small inconvenience I thought it was a great workout and I felt pretty good afterwards. Maybe I'm making progress!!! I think I will do some Wii Fit tonight to make up the time.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15202867191418460904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210867343755178865.post-23280802530113407312009-04-02T21:25:00.003-05:002009-04-02T22:06:23.412-05:00Day threeToday I was less sore than on the previous days, so I take that as a good sign. I hope that means that my body is healing and getting stronger. We focused on the chest muscles today, which meant lots of variations on push ups. Push ups are not my strong point. It seems like I have a lot of weak points, but that is why I have to go to boot camp! I wussed out and did those half pushups, balancing on my knees instead of my toes. I am hoping to be able to do real pushups over the next four weeks.<br /><br />I am getting a little frustrated over not losing any weight the last couple weeks. I realize this is my first week of boot camp but before this I was working out on the Wii Fit. Plus I have been following Weight Watchers exactly to the letter. I am hoping that my body is just going through a bit of shock (and bloating from it being that point in my cycle) and my weight loss will be jump started soon. I know that being healthy isn't just about the numbers, but it is so much better when you can see some progress. I will give it another week or so and see if I need to change diet strategies.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15202867191418460904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210867343755178865.post-5102613124848075812009-04-02T19:37:00.003-05:002009-04-02T21:25:54.401-05:00Day two, part twoWell Wednesday was day two. I went to camp early to warm up and walked for about 20 minutes. I think it helped, if only mentally. It was a difficult workout, because I was still sore from Monday and from Wii Fit on Tuesday, but it was much better than monday. I started to get that cramping feeling in my stomach again, but this time I relaxed and breathed through it. The running still sucked, but I know it is going to be awhile before I can run any distance without wanting to die. Corey (the trainer) took my measurements and weight, so I will be able to compare them at the end of the four weeks. I didn't look forward to this first measurement, but I can't wait for the next!Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15202867191418460904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210867343755178865.post-8695424148599524512009-03-31T20:41:00.003-05:002009-03-31T20:59:26.472-05:00Day two, part oneI woke up this morning and I felt pretty good. My butt and thighs were pretty sore, but I felt like it was a victory soreness. I stretched some more and went on with my day. I wondered what it was going to be like to workout when I was so sore.<br /><br />I didn't get to find out. Well, not really. The reason this is called "part one" is that camp was canceled today. It was snowing and the wind chill was 26 so the trainer cancelled. We are going to make it up on Friday so technically Wednesday will be day two of boot camp. Don't worry though, I didn't waste the day. I spent an hour on the Wii Fit - I know, not the same as boot camp, but it was activity. (and believe it or not there are some great exercises on there that can make you just as sore as boot camp!)<br /><br />Just a note on my diet, I am still using Weight Watchers to watch calorie and fat intake. It may not be perfect, but it does work and it gives me a way to keep a handle on what I am eating while allowing for me to splurge once in a while. For now I am not going to eat my extra "activity points" but that may change in the future if I feel I need more energy.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15202867191418460904noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210867343755178865.post-1949604853935674492009-03-31T19:36:00.003-05:002009-03-31T21:01:18.600-05:00Day One***Note*** Day one was March 30<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> but since I decided after the fact to start this blog, it's going to be posted a day late.<br /><br />Well today was the first day of boot camp. I expected it to be extremely difficult, but there was also this part of my brain that said "well you have been doing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Wii</span> Fit for the last week and it wasn't that hard, you should do <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ok</span>". Yeah this was NO <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Wii</span> Fit, not even close. I showed up ten minutes early with my yoga mat and 5 lb weights in hand, eager to get in shape. I soon noticed that most of the people there had already attended at least one boot camp, and a couple of them had attended <em>several</em> boot camps. Great. I was hoping there would be at least one person like me that would fall over half way through the hour. But I managed to stay positive...until the trainer said "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ok</span> we are starting, run two laps around the parking lot, go go go!"<br /><br /><em>run???</em><br /><br />I naively thought that we would do the typical warm-up, kick butt, cool down thing. Apparently the hour long boot camp doesn't account for this. (note to self: next time come early and warm up on your own!) I am not a runner, and to start off running without a warm up was a bad starting point from me. My lungs were on fire, and my heart was was beating so fast I thought it would burst. When we got back we started stretching, which was a little break to catch my breath.<br /><br />As soon as I caught my breath it was "run down to the stop sign and back". Ugh! Then it was on to mat work, which included squats, jumping jacks, jumping back and forth like a skier, and more fun with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">dumbbells</span>. During the mat work my stomach started to cramp up. I am never sure how long I should wait between eating and exercising, so a little over an hour before camp I had an orange. I figured it would give me a sugar and electrolyte boost, plus it would be out of my stomach by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">bootcamp</span>. I don't know if it was the stress on my body, anxiety, or the orange but I did not feel good. I just kept telling myself that I could get through it.<br /><br />"Run to the stop sign and back!" That didn't help. Then it was onto lunges, skipping, and running backwards across the parking lot. I really started to feel sick at this point, and not to be gross, but I wasn't sure which end it was going to come out of. I really didn't care if I threw up in front of everyone, but the alternative was not a choice for me. I excused myself to the bathroom. Nothing happened when I got there, I just sat with my head in my hands while the room spun around and around. After what felt like 5 or 10 minutes (but I have no idea how long I was in there) I finally rejoined the group. I felt like a loser for needing a break, but when I got back the trainer came up to me and said "hey it's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ok</span>, I had three people puke this morning. it's normal on the first couple days." I said, "thank you but for the record I didn't barf!!"<br /><br />I continued with the group, joining in on the second set. I did <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ok</span> in the mat work, but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">every time</span> we had to run across the parking lot I was definitely holding up the tail end of the group. I didn't care. At least I was trying, and at least my body was moving. At the end of our three reps, we had more running and then ab exercises. We found a new level of pain. At one point I felt like my ab muscles weren't even connected to body anymore because when I tried to move them nothing happened. As I grunted away I started to talk to the people on my left (Jenna was on my right). One of them (the only guy in the group) told me that this was his second boot camp, and on the first day in his first boot camp he couldn't do ANY of the ab exercises or most of the running, so he thought I was doing great. This made me feel a little better. I may be having a lot of trouble now, but it is the first day and it will only get better right?<br /><br />When I got home I was pretty sore. I have never been sore on the day of exercise before, usually I'm sore the next morning. I got on my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Wii</span> Fit and did my daily test, and then did stretching exercises for ten minutes. I knew the more stretching I did, the better I would feel. (My dad's famous advice by the way) I guess I will see in the morning!<br /><br /><em>I am not brave enough to put my actual weight on here, sad I know. But I will keep track of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">BMI</span>(calculated by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Wii</span> Fit), total pounds lost, and eventually inches lost(as measured by my trainer).</em><br /><strong>Starting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">BMI</span>, week one:</strong> <span style="color:#ff0000;">25.63 (in the overweight category)</span>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15202867191418460904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210867343755178865.post-74411287685860555602009-03-31T14:40:00.004-05:002009-03-31T15:39:55.173-05:00My fitness storyI have been thinking about starting a blog for some time now, but I wasn't sure if my life was interesting enough. I thought, "what do I have to say?" But as I was on my way home last night I thought "this could be a funny subject."<br /><br /><strong>My Fitness History...</strong><br /><br />I have never been what you would call an athlete. Sure I went out for sports in junior high and high school but I never really excelled at anything. I am not much of a competitor, in fact I once asked my swim team coach "Is it ok if I just come to practice and skip the meets?" I do like to be active though, I love to go outside and most of my jobs have been physical in nature. <br /><br />Like the typical teenager, however, that changed when I went to college. I gained the freshman 15, the sophomore 10, and then stayed pretty steady after that. Before college I had been so active that I didn't need to watch what I ate. Now all of the sudden eating whatever I wanted (plus drinking beer every weekend) was starting to catch up with me. Finally in my senior year my friend Emily hooked me up with Weight Watchers and I lost almost 30 lbs. I was back to my old self again, active and somewhat healthy. <br /><br />This lasted about three years, until 2006. I was working in a laboratory and not getting much exercise, and then I started playing World of Warcraft (an online video game). I quickly became addicted and I suddenly found myself doing little to no activity at all, while sitting at the computer and eating. I ended up gaining about 45 lbs. In January 2008 I realized how unhealthy I was and vowed to get back to my normal self. I went back to Weight Watchers and thought it was going to be easy. Boy was I wrong. I had a really hard time keeping my motivation, and because my metabolism had dropped so much it was much harder to lose weight than when I was 21. I went back and forth from dieting, to eating whatever I wanted, and back again. I had a really hard time getting back on track. I did end up losing about 10-15lbs, but then I would yo-yo up and down 5 pounds. I spent the rest of the year yo-yoing up and down. Finally in Dec 08 I realized, if I want to be healthy and if I want to look good in my wedding dress, I am running out of time! I went back to Weight Watchers and over the last few months I have got my overeating mostly back in control. The problem now is exercise. I hate exercising. I like to go outside and walk, and I like to work, but I hate working out and lifting weights and running. <br /><br />I went to the salon a couple weeks ago to get my hair done and one of the beauticians was talking about her "fitness boot camp" and how much she loves it. Last summer I considered going to boot camp but couldn't find a session that fit my schedule. I thought I would check it out again so I went to <a href="http://www.omahabootcamp.com/">www.omahabootcamp.com</a>. I saw that there was a session that started March 30th, and the time fit my schedule. I saw this as a sign. I moved some money around to pay for it, and then all I needed was someone to do it with. I knew that if I signed up on my own I would end up quitting. I am pretty honest with myself, and I know that is what would have happened. I sent a few people text messages to see who was interested, and my friend Jenna said it sounded awesome. So it was all set! I was pretty apprehensive but after I signed up and paid the money I knew it would be worth it. There was no quitting this time, my time and money were locked in, and I had someone to go with. Now all I had to do was show up...Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15202867191418460904noreply@blogger.com0