Just for giggles â€“ the Husband and I, an ocean apart on our first Christmases (he was raised in England).
If we have a son, I am going to make him wear a dorky sailor outfit, too.
Are you in the holiday spirit yet? I spent the afternoon wrapping gifts and placing them carefully under our tree (although theyâ€™ll all be packed into the car tomorrowâ€¦), and now, I feel quite jolly. Weâ€™re experiencing a freakish warm spell in Charlotte â€“ itâ€™s currently 61 and sunny â€“ so it doesnâ€™t exactly feel like a white Christmas. But I spent my first 18 Christmases in Miami, so Iâ€™m lovinâ€™ it.
So warm outside that slipping into the chilly pool was actually quite nice!
I thought it was a fluke, but I think Iâ€™m hitting a new plateau in pregnancy. Suddenly, what I used to consider an â€˜active rest dayâ€™ is officially a workout. Yesterday, I walked 2.0 miles, and it was so challenging! Today, I swam 1000 yards and walked 1.5 miles and felt like I did a mini-triathlon. Itâ€™s funny how your expectations change and evolve as the weeks progress. Iâ€™ve always been big into â€˜listening to my bodyâ€™ and adjusting workouts accordingly, but this whole experience is really driving the point home.
Another change: Iâ€™m trying to eat more snacks. Iâ€™ve always been a snacker, but my doctor said I need to take in an extra 300 calories a day now (normal for second trimester), and instead of just making meals bigger, Iâ€™m trying to eat something every two â€“ three hours. When I go longer than that, I get a wicked headache that doesnâ€™t go away until the next day. And I have to snack before Iâ€™m actually hungry or itâ€™s all for nothing.
Meals of the day:
A really delicious smoothie (orange juice, soy milk, banana, raspberries, protein powder) and a peanut butter sandwich.
Morning snack was a new Larabar flavor. If you like coffee, you will LOVE this bar.
And post-workout, a yummy lunch:
A veggie burger, green beans, and an orange.
As a matter of fact, I am now due for another snackâ€¦ Besides Christmas cookies.
Hmm. I was hoping that while I wrote this post, the cleaning fairies would arrive and mop my floors, but judging by the dust bunnies under the couch, that didnâ€™t happen. Guess you know what else is on the agendaâ€¦