Staying Fit While Pregnant: Part 4!

Learn all about the last few months of my pregnancy. Find out how I worked out, ate and everything else leading up to the delivery of my beautiful baby girl, Jordan Avery!
Note: This is part four, click here for part 1!

Months Seven and Eight:

During months seven and eight I found that I started to slow down. I felt very tired again, much like in the second and third months. I pushed myself through workouts each day because it seemed to give me enough energy to make it through the rest of my work day. I would make sure to get plenty of sleep at night to reenergize myself for the following day. I figured I was just tired due to my growing baby, but what I came to find out is that along with the energy I was giving to reproduction I was also borderline anemic. Once I started taking my prescribed iron pills, my energy increased as well as the intensity of my workouts.

My workouts during these months consisted of cardio, weight training and a lot of stretching. I was doing some form of cardio, mostly walking, for at least thirty minutes six to seven times a week, and lifting three times a week. Some days I would mix it up and do Tae Bo or plyometrics, but since I wasn't able to do a whole lot of jumping and my workouts needed to be low intensity in order to keep my heart at a reasonable rate, these workouts were few and far between.

The one thing that really helped me through these months was stretching. Yoga moves as well as traditional stretching helped to ease the tension on my ever expanding hips.

Months Nine and Ten:

The last two months were by far the hardest. My workouts were about the same as in months seven and eight, but my nutrition was at an all time low. While some women's hormones make them emotional or short-tempered, my hormones gave me strong cravings for sweets. Fat free frozen Cool Whip only held me over for a short period of time, and then the cravings took over. I HAD TO HAVE SWEETS! Some days were better than others, but when those cravings decided to take over, there was nothing I could do but to satisfy them. I guess my little girl needed sugar as a last ingredient. Hopefully when she's finished "baking" the cravings will go away!

The Delivery:

All the hard work and preparation for the delivery of my first child seemed like it was all for nothing when I received the news that she had flipped within a 48 hour period and was now breech. I was so devastated and so scared of the upcoming surgery. I had worked so hard and prepared myself both physically and mentally for the delivery and now I would be having a c-section. I wondered if I had done something wrong. Maybe I exercised too much, didn't eat the right things, I thought.

I just couldn't believe this was happening to me. I was just at the OB two day's earlier and she was in position and now today she is trying to come out feet first. My OB explained that she was probably trying to come out head first, but my pelvis was too narrow so she flipped herself to try to get out another way. He told me that had she not flipped on her own, I would have labored for a long time and then they would have had to do a c-section anyway. I guess having small hips is a good thing when trying to slim down, but not when you're trying to deliver a baby. I was having contractions and the doctor told me that if I didn't have the c-section soon I could go into labor and they would have to do an emergency cesarean or the baby may get stuck.

Let me preface this next part by stating that my doctors and I had a good time picking at each other my entire pregnancy. When the doctor on call came to the hospital to see me before the surgery, I made a point to remind him that I compete in fitness competitions and I needed the incision to be as low as possible. He being the professional that he is reminded me that he could only cut so low then proceeded to draw a line above his belly button and tell me that that would be about the region he would be making his incision.

Ha, ha very funny Dr. Brannon. During the surgery, all I could think about was all the c-sections I've seen on television and the one I saw in person. I felt so helpless, but I knew it was the best thing for my baby girl. Jordan Avery was born on July 17th at 8:17 p.m. She weighed 7lbs 3 oz and was 19 in. long. For a moment just after I heard her cry for the very first time, I didn't remember that I was in surgery or that I didn't give birth naturally.

All I could focus on was her sweet little cry. Once I found out from my husband that Avery was okay, my focus shifted back to the surgery. I called for Dr. Brannon, but there was no answer. I instructed him to make my stitches pretty, again on answer. I then spoke up and asked him if he had heard what I said. His response was, "I usually talk the entire way through my surgeries, but I've been bossed around too much this time." I was satisfied with that answer and felt confident that my scaring would be minimal.

Note: This is part four, click here for part 1!

Good Luck and God Bless!