Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Get in Shape, Lady

Since getting married almost four years ago, I've watched my weight go up and up....and up.  I'm not happy with it, and I haven't been for a while.  I have an extremely busy work schedule, but honestly -  I can work with that.  I also have a husband who loves fast food and fried *anything* - and I'm just lazy enough to join him in consuming whatever unhealthy item he's chosen for that day.

But recently, I decided that I don't want this to be my starting point.  If/when we go through the IVF process, I'll be pumping myself full of progesterone and other lady hormones that are sure to make me swell up way past where I already am.  It would be nice if I was even ten pounds lighter to accommodate for some of that growth.

So what's the plan?  Well, in the short term, I'm eating less.  Not necessarily eating BETTER, but eating less.  The eating better will come, I think.  I need to put together a food plan, and I haven't had a chance to do that yet.  For now, I'm just watching my portions and consuming less food overall.  Also, I'm trying to eat dinner earlier and avoid late night snacking.

Running.  I've been a runner for a long time - since college, really.  But in the last few years, I have been....well, sporadic about it.  And it shows.  So yesterday I started Couch to 5K - C25K, if you will.  It's not that a 5K is out of reach.  I did one in 30 minutes just about six months ago.  But I love the idea of gradually building up to it and re-training my body how it's supposed to exercise.  I'm just not going to stick with anything too intense. I get burned out WAY too easily.  So now that I've recognized that problem, I think I've got a good solution.  Slow and steady wins the race.  Or in this case, slow and steady leads to weight loss before pregnancy.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Plan B

Two years of trying. No baby.  No positive pregnancy tests. 

We've informally decided to move forward with the big guns.  In the next month or so, we will be having the conversation we've both been dreading...we're taking my parents up on their offer to help financially with IVF.

I'm still very scared of this process - especially the big What If.  What if it doesn't work?  What then?

But at the same time, I'm also hopeful.  Maybe by this time next year, we'll have a little one.  Whether we're able to do this with no help or with all of the help in the world - well, with a happy end result, the process won't matter.  I have to keep reminding myself of that.  All of the heartache and all of the tears and all of the conflicting emotions will be in the past if we're just able to have a baby.

I'm not saying that we'll forget.  I could never forget what the last two years have been like.  I'll still never be able to watch 16 and Pregnant or Teen Mom or even those stupid Kardashians with their inane and uninformed baby talk.  I'll probably be the "go to" person when my friends have questions about getting pregnant, because even though I've never been successful at it, I sure know a hell of a lot about how it works.  But I will be able to move on to the next thing - the baby thing.  Seriously - that sounds so much more fun than the "trying to get pregnant" thing.