confirmation 11+4

Today i had my 1st scan.  It confirms that i am in fact pregnant and contrary to my husband’s belief, that there is only one child in there.  Our kid has arms and legs and a nose – as pointed out. I am hopeful its got the rest of the bits too. It waved at us today.  It looks healthy with its little heart beating the speed of a Techno top ten track and it did a little wiggle too, perhaps to the beat of its own number one.

I have been getting a bit stressed with the house purchase mostly to do with the bank canceling my transfer to the solicitor of our portion of the sale. They said they thought it fraud, then required me to go to the bank to sort it out. I went, they said it had gone through, i find out 2 days before we need it that it didn’t. Now its too late to transfer the free way so i had to pay for the instant transfer.  They gave me the run around locking me out of my internet banking and phone banking and i had to go to the branch twice.  I’m sick of their shit and i am moving banks.

I also have to sort out things like buildings and contents insurance, all mortgage paper work, all money things, there is a lot to it when you have to do it all yerself.  Hubby can’t help as he isn’t on any paperwork so no one will speak to him about it.  I also need to sort out new car insurance and take my car in for an MOT.  It’s all happening at once and i am becoming really drained and aggravated.

It’s just a good job i have the good thing, the baby to cheer me up.  And i am so glad that i haven’t been sick, nauseous or really anything.  I have been busy lazy and i didn’t run my half marathon.  After not training and needing the day to pack i thought better of it.  I’m annoyed that i allowed myself to get to the point i wasn’t trained enough to even just run it – rather than race it – but whats done is done.

I’m getting back on the wagon next week.  I am going to set myself days to go straight to the gym after work.  As i will then be driving to and from work its best to just go straight to the gym.  Its going to be getting dark soon after work and running outside alone isn’t an option in my mind.  I plan to swim and run, perhaps some spin classes too.  I need to, i think I’m happier when working out.  It starts next week as Hubby leaves for America on Sunday and i will be alone for a month.

Just me and my bump.

And the house to unpack!


2 down 7 to go.

Well i’m 8 weeks and 2 days in and i still have no symptoms. The only reason i am still convinced i’m pregnant is that my boobs have grown more and my running is slower.

I have to admit that i have  already used this pregnancy thing as an excuse not to exercise, and i’m not even carrying any extra weight yet! I promised myself that i would keep as active as possible throughout, as i plan to run a marathon, my first marathon 8 months post-partum. So if i get all lazy-ass too soon, it will make that come back all the more difficult.

So i managed a run tonight. 9.30 pace for 3.7 miles. I’ll take it, after a week off. I have my half marathon in 2 weeks so need to up the mileage again to ensure a completed run. I don’t want to walk any of it.

I’m on holiday from Friday for a week and it can’t come soon enough. We are going to my parents for the week. I can’t wait. My sister and boyfriend and brother are coming for the weekend so it will be fun. We are a big happy family when together, i love it.

We just spent the weekend at my sisters actually and had a wonderful time. It was awesome to get a hug after telling her our news. She was the first person i have told face to face. I told the hubby via IM as he was out of the country and mum over the phone. Hugs are the best.

helped by arrogant stranger

I ran after work yesterday when a somewhat arrogant expat who is here visiting for his sons wedding, whom i met whilst stewarding a 7 mile fell race last week caught up with me.  He asked to run with me then we realised we semi knew each other.  I was doing a tempo, he was doing a recovery; both at the same pace!  I didn’t want to run with him as i didn’t think that me chatting would allow me to run the speed i wanted to, but i agreed.  After just a few minutes he coached me on my breathing. I was puffing a bit and he said i needed to slow it down and use all my lungs.

We ran another 3 miles together and i used this technique.  We chatted, i managed reasonably long sentences and was only mildly annoyed at his big headed running stories.  I got home to find i had run the route the fastest i had in ages, 5.65 miles of undulating terrain in under 50 minutes (expecting 52:??) AND i chatted the whole time too.

I would like to thank Derek for my new found oxygen levels. But nothing else.