Oh well, I best explain myself then. I hope you've all got over the initial shock. Sonic and I are still working it. Firstly, I would like to point out that I was totally and utterly blissfully oblivious to the fact that I was 10 weeks pregnant when I was hauling my ass (and the prawn-like Bambino) along 96 miles of the West Highland Way. I had no symptoms or reason to believe I was pregnant. No morning sickness or nausea. I was a little more tired than usual, but I put that down to long training runs and then the taper.
Without being to personal or graphic, my cycle is a little erratic to say the least. Anything from 30 days to five months, is considered normal for me. In a vain attempt to get my cycle is working order (did I say I wasn't getting personal?), we opted for a more natural form a birth control...and invested $500 on the the biggest pile of f-ing junk known to mankind. A contraption called the LadyComp, which measures your fertility levels. It claims to be 99% accurate. I could probably count on the one hand how many "green lights" we got...so what were the chances?
Anyways, after the WHWR I decided to do a home test. Get this - to reassure myself that I wasn't pregnant. You can imagine the scene when the blue cross appeared. And it wasn't a faint (mibbees aye, mibbees no) cross. It was so bright and prominent, you could have used it to land helicopters. Sonic nearly fell of the chair and I sobbed something along the lines of "I'm going to have to be in your support team next year". A memorable one-liner that will probably come back to haunt me. So there you go, Bambino Consani is in the making.
We kept it quiet until the scan, mainly because I wasn't convinced there was a baby in there. Still no symptoms. well, apart from the fact that I look like I've jetted off to LA for breast implants. I felt like a proper grown-up having to buy 34B bra....I digress...Not only was I concerned about the damage I may have caused, but terrified about being laughed out of the maternity ward if there wasn't anything there. But as you can see by (the very clear) picture, there's no denying it. And the little wriggler has perfect limbs and digits. Albeit a slightly large head ;-)
We let the cat out the bag by firstly visiting our families on Tuesday night. In true Martin-clan style, the announcements were a riot. My Mum stared in bewilderment at the scan for a what seemed like eternity. Even when I said it's baby Consani, the penny didn't drop. After a while she shrieked: "What? YOU?". My wee Sis (who I class as my nearest and dearest) asked in all seriousness: "how long have you been trying for?". WTF? She gets blonder every day.
Looking back on previous blog reports, there were a few (if you looked really hard) tell-tale signs: Struggling with speed work, terrible breathing, me wibbering on about signs that I shouldn't be doing the race...As I've said, I'm a firm believer that things happen for a reason. So my knee unjury during the race, was my body's way of telling me to slow. Actually it was probably telling me the pull-out, but I'm slightly hard of hearing.
Anyway, I'm still planning on running throughout pregnancy - although on the smaller and slower scale. Actually the first book I bought was on running and pregnancy. I felt guilty a few days later and purchased a week-by-week guide. My obstetrican seems happy for me to continue. When I told him about the WHWR (which he was more than familiar with) and had a look that said "will someone get these nutters out of my office". As our house is a stone's throw away from the hospital, I'm sure he'll catch me waddling down the street over the coming months.
Oh I forgot to mention, Bambino Consani is due on January 19. Sonic is under the impression he's got a driver for the festivities. Dillusional I know.