I love my exercise I really do – as you may have guessed. For the first 12 weeks I managed – around bouts of morning sickness – to fit in a fairly respectable regime.
This included 5km cycles on the static bike, or 15 minutes on the spinning bike followed by weights, or 20 minute runs on the treadmill (with a minimum 3% incline as anything else is cheating) or some circuits around the park. I even fitted in my pregnancy yoga DVD (Shiva Rea) and some pilates classes.
Nothing like my pre-pregnancy regime of 2x spinning class, 3/4 x30 minutes of yoga, 2 runs (including a 10k most weeks) but still I was feeling proud of myself, I was doing best for baby and me.
I’d wanted to keep up the spinning but all the teachers have effectively banned me, claiming that even if I kept the resistance low and didn’t do any of the more fancy moves (such as riding out of the seat) a mild spot of spinning still involved a lot of pelvis bumping, which was not good for the baby. As most of the teachers have had babies themselves- I took their advice more seriously than I might some of the male teachers – who also advised against by the way.
Then I read about Nell McAndrew, doing a minimum of a 10k run every day. Phew! Lucky lady. At first I’ll admit I felt jealous, then a bit guilty (I am a Catholic after all) then I realised that I’d downsized my regime (which I’ve been told is almost athletic standard) for a reason – I was pregnant!
I know Nell is very fit and runs marathons, but I still couldn’t help but compare myself with her. Had I’d become a lazy, pregnant lady?
The answer was obviously ‘no’ and I found out as much when I went for the first scan, the 12 week job.
I was weighed just before the scan and to my surprise, I’d only managed to put on 2lbs, or less than a kilo, in the first three months of my pregnancy.
The baby was fine, after all it takes everything first but my body was obviously working overtime. So over the following fews days I kept dragging myself to the gym nonetheless.
Then we had our first baby scare, a blood test had shown I had above average levels of HCG ( the pregnancy hormone that makes that blue line appear on the pregnancy test). No only did it explain my morning sickness it also indicated there may be a problem with the baby.
Within days we’d been booked to have a private CVS test at a hospital in London. The test involved having a needle inserted into my tummy in order to extract some of the placenta, which would be tested for various genetic abnomalities.
The test was clear as we found out just two days later, but having a CVS increases the risk of miscarriage for up to two to three weeks afterwards. Three weeks during which the only exercise I will be doing is lifting food to my mouth, if I can manage to keep it down that is.
I’ve had my reality check, exercise is great for maintaining or at the very least keeping up a modicum of my previous fitness, so I can benefit from all those years of training my pregnancy. But that’s why I kept fit, to have a healthy baby, and doing 10k runs every day – for me – is probably a fitness regime too far.
That’s not to say I’m going to sit on the sofa and scoff myself either, I’m going to be going to body balance and yoga.
I’ll have to avoid reading about ladies who do marathons while pregnant and stick to what is best for me, and that means trying to stay pregnant and healthy.
Oh and buying a maternity bra, which is what I’m probably going to be blogging about next.