Because my life was too calm, something had to happen. I awoke this morning to contraction-like tension in my lower pelvis. This tension is/was not painful, but present and constant. I finally called the doctor at 9:00 only to hear the words bedrest and liquids. Great. They think I am dehydrated which caused contractions. I laid around all morning and afternoon feeling fine. The baby is kicking and moving around, which alleviated much of my worry. However, I went to pick up Claire and was upright for all of 10 minutes or so feeling contractions again. We came home and I called again. I am back in bed with poor Claire by my side. Thankfully all the entertainment she needs can fit in the bed with us, so she is perfectly content. If things don't improve tomorrow morning, I need to go see the doctor. Keeping my fingers crossed. It is much too early for this kind of drama.
Yes, indeeedy do. 0.0 is exactly the amount of weight I lost this week. Irritating! Here's the breakdown: number of times I cheated on my diet--ZERO! number of times I worked out--FIVE!! (running, no less). Now that is a mean, mean slap in the face. After I picked myself off the floor and resisted the urge to throw the scale through my window, I've come to realize that it is time to call in the big guns. There will be no messing around. Through a very valuable (HA!--sense the sarcasm) inservice this year, I've learned that I am "Green," meaning logical, research based, problem solver, mathmatical thinker. I am applying the same thought and strategy to my 'get fit' adventure. There will be no relying on the treadmill to tell me how much I've burned. That thing lies, LIES, LIES!! Take for example, the fact that each time I worked out, I burned at least 300 calories--most often 350, my pulse was around 87 (which is pretty much a near death resting ...
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Love ya,
Jessica