My baby is my husband's child!

I find the higher the number gets each week, the more exciting pregnancy becomes.  I have just started to experience the joys of morning sickness passing and feeling a bit back to my normal self.  I can get through the day without having to have a nap but the ten to twelve hour nights are still a must or else I wake up as sick as a dog.  This means that late nights for me are probably early nights for you.  While I stated in my last post, I am my mother's daughter, I definitely feel like this baby is J's baby!

For those who didn't know this fun little fact about me, I really love home grown tomatoes the one's that have this special taste to them but I absolutely despise ones bought from the store.  They just don't taste the same and I down them because I know they are healthy but they are not something I have enjoyed.  Well when the cravings started this week I was shocked to find out that I have been craving tomatoes like the ****ens.  Yesterday I ate two store bought tomatoes and am still craving having them again and again.  I also have been craving tomato based things like pizza, spaghetti, lasagna, anything with tomatoes but I have not succumbed to eating unhealthily yet... J loves tomato based things when I could rather live without them.

 I used to be a huge fan of salty things and sweet things and for the most part they now turn me off.  While ice cream is okay now and the thought of it doesn't make me gag I still would rather have some milk or cheese than ice cream.  It is so funny how your tastes change during pregnancy.  I am excited to see what other things I will crave in the weeks to come.

For the next part of my post I have found this topic to be quite controversial and have gotten some what for's from people when I told them my idea.
So here it goes. But I have to start at the beginning...  when I got married and moved to Edmonton I was at a loss for what to do because there were so many things to balance.  Instead of just having my weekly chores of my own laundry, cleaning the bathroom, cleaning my room, and getting my things in order; I was shocked to find I had my own place to run.  This meant planning meals on a student budget, cooking them after classes were done for the day, juggling not only my own laundry but my husband's as well, and so on.  I got lost in trying to find a balance in things that my everyday workouts for an hour took a back burner to everything else.  I am a girl that has not been blessed with the genes of a fast metabolism and I think I have rather been blessed with whatever I put in my mouth goes straight to my hips.  So after being married a year and trying to get into the swing of things, even before I myself knew I was pregnant I decided to go on a workout regime and get back into my Turbo Jam.  For some reason exercise balances me out and I feel less stressed and able to cope with the ridiculous demands from university and still function like a sane person.  

When I got pregnant my working out was again put on a stand still because of how sick I got.  I remember I would go to work and I was physically exhausted after only working an hour and a half.  Before I was pregnant I was able to do three hours which was mentally exhausted.  I remember coming up with excuses about stopping my shift early because I was so exhausted.  I used to work with a little girl who has autism and she is the sweetest thing ever but what type of work I was doing with her was always emotionally and mentally exhausting even when I was "healthy" and not pregnant.  

So, now that I am not facing the woes of morning sickness I have decided to exercise.  Jonathan and I had to clarify the terms of working out and exercising because working out connotes working with heavy weights while exercising is aerobics and all that fun stuff.  But this got me as to why people found this to be such a hot topic.  I have decided to do Turbo Jam three to five days a week to try to lose a bit of my flub and be prepared to go into labor.  When I have shared this with some friends in my ward here in Edmonton I have gotten the what for!  "Don't you know, you are supposed to put your baby first?!"  Well I thought that is what I was doing.  So I am proud to announce I have worked out three times this week.  The first week to accomplish my goal.  My goal is not to lose pounds but to lose inches.  I can gain weight because I know baby, the amniotic sac, and uterus growing all contribute to the weight but I definitely don't need the extra weight from my health choice of before.  I have researched this thoroughly and it does not matter if you lose inches in your legs or arms or hips but just not where the baby is.  There was a lady who did Turbo Jam her whole pregnancy who gained 40 pounds but also dropped pant sizes.  She said "it is not about the weight you gain, but the inches you lose" so here's to losing inches for the sake of having a healthier pregnancy and labor, and a happier baby :)

I love my baby and wouldn't do ANYTHING to harm my baby knowingly.  I have given up some loves during this pregnancy to be selfless to have a healthy baby but this is one thing, no matter what anyone says, I am going to be selfish about working out.