Diary of a Crossfittin’ Preggo (thus far)
by Christina Goodison
First I want to get in a quick plug in for Paleo. The hubcap (aka Mike Johnson) and I have been trying to conceive for 5 long years. I went through all kinds of meds & therapies, from alternative to western and nothing, and I mean NOTHING worked. Then I was referred to a RE (reproductive endocrinologist) who pretty much told me I could reverse my fertility condition by going Paleo. So 2 years ago I made the switch and never looked back. From being on the paleo boards a few months, I kept reading about crossfit, and that’s what led me to CFS in April 2 years ago. I watched my condition reverse in my symptoms and physically in my ultrasounds and now I’m happy to report that I’m 18 weeks pregnant!
So… After a year and a half at CFS and pushing myself to my limits (and past them) it’s been a very interesting and difficult change to do what I normally do, but with a baby on board. So let’s do this “stream of consciousness” style.
• Week 1 – doing my thang! Hearing rumors of some change ups coming to the programming.
• Week 2 – pushing hard, consistently doing my 4x a week. Deej mentioned in class about leveling up in the new programming. Yay!
• Week 3 – continuing to push. Deej briefly explained that the new programming will have different levels and depending on what we choose, we’d have some extra time commitments. I’m thinking I’m ready for this AND I can give the time to it. Yes! I will be going hardcore in the new year.
• Week 4 – kind of tired this week. Am I getting sick? Whatever. Push through. Sweat it out. I don’t have time for weakness if I’m going to move to another level.
• Week 5 – Ok. Seriously. WTH is going on? I’m taking two 2 hour naps a day and am falling asleep by 9pm. I must be sick. Sleep is for the weak! Push through! Continue 4x a week.
• Week 6 – Okay, yeah, I’m very “late”, but after 5 years of trying you become numb to the idea that you’ll see a + pregnancy test so you literally put it off as long as you can. Holy crap. Took a test at 2am and I’m freakin’ preggers! Wake up the hupcap to shove my pee stick in his face. He’s happy, but not… understandably. It is 2am and I’m waving my pee in his face. This week I literally made it to CFS twice and I couldn’t push because I was feeling tired.
• Week 7 – Good gosh I’ve never felt fatigue like this in my life. I seriously don’t know if I can even make it into the box. I’ll get in once for good measure. Went in once. Got home. Puked my guts out. Then slept 4 hours in my sweaty clothes. I feel a-change is coming.
• Week 8 – yeah. Good times. Not. Seriously had 24/7 nausea. Like for realz. Breaking down emotionally every third night crying about how I don’t think I can do this. The hubcap being the amazing man that he is, reminds me about how tough I am, about how much I push at crossfit mentally & physically and tells me that I can do this. (see! CF mentality works in regular life!)
• Week 9 – Endless *fog* of nausea + extreme fatigue continues. Now I’m feeling the guilt come on for not making it into CFS. Reading the facebook posts only makes the guilt worse. Crap. Look at all those PRs. Look they did sleds this week. Waaaaah.
• Week 10 - *fog* continues. Shamelessly private message Deej on facebook to cry about how I can’t come in but I feel bad and what’s a pregnant girl to do? Deej, who does have moments of sage wisdom, says to me “Do you want to PR or do you want to have a healthy baby?”. My answer… BOTH! Yeah. That’s me folks. Still not wanting to accept that crossfit in my life will have to change along with everything else.
• Week 11 - *fog* continues. Now I’m just pissed about not being into the box. Why is my body having this extreme of a reaction to pregnancy? People I know didn’t have this much nausea and fatigue! Sheesh. Maybe it’s because I’m doing this at age 40. Stupid old body. I can’t even read the CFS facebook page because I get angry. Crossfit? What’s crossfit? Blech.
• Week 12 –Nausea comes and goes now but fatigue is much less. Continue to avoid the CFS facebook page as it brings on serious hormonal rage now. I miss everyone. I miss Deej and him yelling at me most of all. I realize how much a part of my life the people at CFS were. Cue alternating cycles of rage & sadness.
• Week 13 – 4 straight days without nausea! No naps during the day! GET ME INTO DA BOX! Came back to CFS and to lots of love from everyone. Got in 2 days that week. Mark discussed modifications with me. Ugh. Mod-if-ications. What does this word even mean?
• Week 14 – 2 days in the box – yay! But seriously I’m out of breath in like no time. WOD’s now entail lots of “stop to catch your breath” breaks and “drink a half gallon of water” breaks and “crap I have to pee again” breaks. Also I can’t do any Vups, situps, etc. Planks for me now. No running (yay!) but sub with rowing (boo) and I’m told a 400m run = a 500m row??? I call shenanigans.
• Week 15 – 2 days in the box! And I’m ready for more! What? More modifications. Ugh. No squatting below parallel (this is seriously the hardest thing ever! I’ve worked for over a year to get my ass to the grass) – what is this imaginary parallel point? No push ups/burpees – now I do them on a tire, which is waaaay harder beeteedubs.
• Week 16 – Ready to get back to 4 days in the box now. Feeling semi-normal and getting used to all the modifications. Having fun cheering everyone else on because I’m not so self-absorbed in my own WODing hell. And Deej is forced to check in with me more often PLUS he can’t yell at me anymore. So now I have new Deej-isms like “You do you”. Good times.
• Week 17 – Reality setting in. New goal of getting into the box 2-3 times a week. 4 is just not going to happen. Also Deej has found new ways to torture me. Like he’ll make ALL my modifications arm related. So by the end of class I can’t lift my arms. Awesome.
• Week 18 – Continued torture from Deej, I think he dreams of new ways to “modify” for me. Considering coming to the 9am class. Jay couldn’t be half as mean, right? I can still backsquat 100lbs! Yay!
THE GOOD – Preggo’s get hugs from Mark, not high fives! This is true in the am & pm classes (verified by Toni M in the 5pm class, my fello CFS preggo & friend)
THE BAD – Sleds!!!!!!!! My most favorite thing in the box to do!! Now I can’t be pushing 6 around anymore or sprinting like lightning with 3 or 4. Now I’m stuck with a lousy 2 plates and I have to stop once in the middle of each leg to catch my breath. Boo. I dream of sleds now and me kicking butt with them. I will be back sleds, in several months I will be back for you my love…
THE UGLY – Oh gawd. Push ups on the tire. I was still snaking on the ground because my upper body strength is nowhere near my awesome lower body strength. Now put me on a tire and I can’t snake at all so basically I’m just half pushing up & my elbows flare out like they’re not supposed to do. Oh. And I found out Deej can still yell at me for this. “Get your chest down to the tire!!!” Me: “I’m trying, but if I go down I can’t push back up” Yeah. It’s ugly folks.
So there you go. Now I’m almost at the halfway point and I’m super proud of keeping up like I have. I know in the end this will be the best thing for my body and I’ll have a great mentality for that final crazy WOD when the baby comes. Mike wants to yell at me like a coach during the whole delivery process. I’m not sure that will actually help me in the moment, but I do know that my crossfit mentality will crossover and be used during that time. Plus I’ll be looking forward to getting back in the box after we have our little one and get back to where I left off and then level up!