I’m not fully sure where time is going! Almost Two weekends ago we had our second shower in my hometown in WA State. By some stroke of luck Alex actually had the three day weekend off and flights made it possible for him to fly up. It would have been fun either way, but significantly less so without half of the reason we’re celebrating! I still don’t fully get the appeal of all women showers. I mean, we are far more involved during these 9 months, but also the partner is pretty important too! Plus Alex hasn’t been to Pullman in five years, which seems so absurd! Continue reading
We had our first baby shower this weekend! Prior to getting married neither of us were really throwing party types. But then we realized, they are simply excuses to get together with our favorite people and celebrate big life moments. And keeping these parties small and close means you get several hours deeply enjoying being immersed in your community. We are not overly social people, and our community is small, but strong and filled with the best people. We are constantly overjoyed with just how amazing the people in our lives are. They are always there for us, willing to go above and beyond for each other. We feel very lucky. Continue reading
End of July Run Together-it happens sometimes
A somewhat rambling post on why July is the worst and pregnancy is stupid.
We officially survived July. I think if a computer aggregated all of the words I’ve posted online that the most popular word from pre-residency would be “adventure” and the most popular for in residency would be “survive(d).” Often on Fridays when Alex officially passes the devil in a black box (his pager) on to the on call resident (whichever poor soul that is) we breathe a sigh of relief. Another week done. Ironically, I also currently “change weeks” in pregnancy on Fridays. So it’s a good day. Usually. Continue reading
I found out I was pregnant not long after a disaster of a half marathon. The whole race I knew something was wrong with my body. The past few weeks I just felt weak and couldn’t hit paces. During the race I crashed pretty hard after mile 6. I felt lightheaded and nauseous. My hands felt tingly. I was just off. I ran a half-way respectable time, chalked it up to an expensive training run , and moved on. Then, two pink lines and a diagnosis for anemia. It all made sense. And that was my first trimester half.