Return to Noble Knob

August 6th, 2014

Oh, Noble Knob. Back in 2007 when I picked this trail (for the name alone, since I am apparently 12 years old) as our first family hike, I had no idea how many great memories would come from this modest little mountain. It was where I truly fell in love with hiking, where we said goodbye to little Scabbers, and where we found healing when we desperately needed it. I was hoping to make it up there while schlepping this belly around, and I did it!

Hiking to Noble Knob

Our timing left a little to be desired since we started hiking just as the front-runners in the White River 50 Mile Endurance Run came into the Corral Pass aid station, which meant that about 300 runners had to pass us…out and back. Then again, trail runners are pretty much the happiest, most endorphin-high creatures on the planet (at least when they’re “only” 16 miles into a race), so it truly was a joy to watch and talk to them, even though I had to step off the trail more times than I could count.

White River 50 Mile Endurance Run

Unfortunately, repeatedly stepping off the trail aggravated my SPD, and my pubic symphysis popped out of alignment again, or whatever that feeling is. All I know is that it makes walking feel very painful, and I thought we were going to have to turn around before our hike had really begun. We found a clearing and JK helped me pop it back into place (we do this exercise every day, which allows me to function as a mobile human being). I felt instant relief, but was a little more waddly and uncomfortable than usual for the remainder of the hike…luckily those lovely endorphins overrode the discomfort soon enough. I wish there was a way for me to get an injection of pure endorphins during labor.

Tiger lilies Love this bit of trail

Apart from all that, I felt much more energized than I thought I would at 33 weeks. It’s the magic of the mountains, I tells ya. It’s impossible to not be excited by life when you’re in a place like this. Even when your dog rolls in elk feces then tries to sit on your lap (I know, I know, I might as well get used to being covered in poop).

JK was there too!

Something tells me we’re not done making memories on this noblest of knobs.

33 weeks

Noble Knob | 7 miles | 500 feet elevation gain –

Heading home

Mirror Lake Mimosas

August 1st, 2014

Since the blood that runs through my veins is 100% viking and is enrobed in a very efficient thermal layer of blubber, it should come as no surprise that heat is not my friend, even at the best of times. During pregnancy, in a house without air-conditioning? Graaaaahk.

Heigh-ho, heigh-ho

In order to beat the heat during our recent heatwave, we decided to get up early and hike the shortest trail possible to a swimmable lake. We even have friends who are dumb enough to accept my ridiculously early departure time!

Cottonwood Lake

Mirror Lake is definitely going on my repeat list – two easy miles round-trip to a beautiful, wilderness-class lake, with a bonus (albeit mosquito-ridden) lake on the way. Awesome. Next time, we will not be driving the last half mile to the trailhead though – our Forester handled it just fine, but we would have been screwed if we met another car along that stretch of “road”. Luckily, everyone else was smarter than us and parked before the rough section.

Moar bear

I had thought that I would feel like I was missing out on hiking this summer, but I’m just so over the moon about finally being pregnant that I can enjoy other people’s photos and trip reports without a the slightest bit of envy…except when it came to this year’s insane bear grass bloom. I have never seen anything like it! Hiking up Bandera or Granite to see it would be too much elevation gain given my pelvic issues (not to mention way too hot), so I was happy to get in on a small piece of the action on this hike instead.

Three Summers? Three stalks of bear grass??

Soon enough, we made it to the aptly named Mirror Lake and found the perfect spot to soak and cool off. It was perfect. One of the best ideas I have ever had.

Mirror Lake

Valiant Wellie braved the water to “rescue” me as always…

Another failed rescue

…and we set up a pool bar of sorts, complete with mimosas (on the rock!). Hours later, we moseyed on home to watch the World Cup bronze final and attempt to not melt in the suburban heat. I need a lake like this next to my house.

Mirror Lake pool bar

Mirror Lake | 2 miles | 800 feet elevation gain –

So much bear grass!

Lodge Lake

July 24th, 2014

Picking hikes from the Best Hikes With Kids book is working out marvelously so far! I had heard of Lodge Lake before, but it always seemed like too short of a hike for us to drive all the way to Snoqualmie Pass.

30 weeks

Wrong! It really is the perfect trail for anyone who is with child, is a child, is feeling gimpy or creaky-kneed, or is just short on time like we were that day, wanting to get back to town in time for the 4th of July festivities.

First lake swim of 2014

Hiking up the ski hill on the Pacific Crest Trail gave us excellent wilderness-type views for next to no effort, and soon enough we found ourselves at a quaint little mountain lake. The shoreline access is a bit limited, but we made ourselves comfortable on the logs that were floating in the water…and then some of us decided that floating in the water was a desirable activity for humans, too.

I'll save yu papaaaa!

We brought our lifeguard, Wellie, with us in order to stay safe. He never fails to “rescue” us when we’re in need.

Wellie has rescuer's remorse

Short and sweet, it was the perfect hike to go on when I needed my pelvis and generally very pregnant body to function normally the rest of the day. Bonus: we’ve found yet another trail where we can drag this future child of ours along.

Lodge Lake | 3 miles | 500 feet elevation gain –

Alpine views for cheap

Diabeetus

July 9th, 2014

It’s interesting (lame, but interesting) that two diseases that lurk in my family history have reared their ugly heads during pregnancy – first hypothyroidism, and now, diabetes. Luckily, both should disappear after I give birth.

Gestational diabetes behaves similarly to Type 2, but isn’t related to your diet or activity level prior to diagnosis. Hormones coming from the placenta make you insulin resistant (to make sure the fetus gets enough glucose to grow), and problems arise if your pancreas is not able to keep up with your body’s increasing demands for insulin. Congratulations, you now have diabeetus! If undetected or uncontrolled, this will lead to your fetus getting way too much glucose every time you eat, which can make her gain an excessive amount of weight and possibly become hypoglycemic after birth when her constant stream of glucose is cut off. Once you deliver the placenta, you will no longer be diabetic. Huzzah!

Basil as Ferdinand Diabeetus

Now I have to follow special dietary guidelines and measure my blood glucose four times a day. Luckily (most of it is luck, but there’s also a lot of work and commitment) I’ve been able to control this with diet and exercise so far, but since my body’s insulin needs will keep rising until week 38 or so and you just never know what the placenta is going to decide to do during that time, I can’t rest easy quite yet. If I do have to go on medication to control this, I will be moved from the midwifery clinic to a high risk OB. I love my midwives, so I am very, very motivated to make this work…but like I said, it really is the placenta that’s calling the shots.

All Hail Kale! Wellie on the Powerline

The dietary changes haven’t been that bad – most of my normal meals fit into the guidelines (and beans, my beloved musical fruits, work wonders for mah sugahs), but I have to make sure all my meals and snacks are a balanced mix of enough carbs, protein and fat, and no more pizza or Trader Joe’s Mini Peanut Butter Cup binges. (There’s a Trader Joe’s next to our hospital though, so you can guess what my first post-partum snack is going to be.)

Summer on the Powerline Tricolore

The biggest surprise for me is how important exercise and general movement is. I knew theoretically that physical activity is a good way to fight insulin resistance, but it wasn’t until I could see it in my own blood glucose values that I realized just how big of a difference it really does make. I make it a priority to exercise after every meal now, whereas before, I would honestly usually just eat and then plop down in front of the tv or computer for a couple of hours.

Rutaburgers! Walking to yoga class

In the interest of finding the silver lining(s) of this whole situation and staying positive:

- more frequent exercise is making me feel great mentally and physically – my pelvis even seems less cranky now that I’m spending less time lounging on the couch – and I’ve finally started doing some strength training again (when it’s too hot to go for a walk)

- Wellie and Basil are in heaven when I take them for walks after every meal and pretty much think I’m the best human ever

- Housework counts as physical activity, so JK pretty much thinks I’m the best human ever

- I’m motivated to eat so much healthier than I would normally (especially when it’s hot as Hades outside and ice cream exists), and Lil’ Fetus and I are getting all sorts of excellent nutrition from all the greens and veggies I’m eating

- I’m also gaining less weight than I normally would have, which will hopefully make it easier to keep hiking through these last few months

Speaking of hiking, if(/when) I do at some point crave some sort of foodstuff that I really shouldn’t eat, I can most likely eat it while on a hike, ’cause that shizz burns glucose like nobody’s business. We hiked to Talapus and Olallie Lakes a couple of weeks ago, and no matter how many date balls I threw down my gullet, my blood sugar stayed nice and balanced the entire time. Maybe I can try some peanut butter cups next time…

29 weeks Good ol' Talapus

Talapus & Olallie Lakes | 6 miles | 1200 feet elevation gain –

32

June 23rd, 2014

Two weeks ago, I turned 32. I never actually remember how old I am anymore, because senility (I usually just ask JK how old he is, then subtract a year), but birthdays should be celebrated nonetheless – and my birthdays are best celebrated in the Teanaway.

Meadow squishy

My birthday weekend officially began late Thursday night when JK finally felt (and saw!) the baby kicking for the first time! Huzzah! Then I had time to watch the first episode of the new season of Orange is the New Black before we left on Friday afternoon, which meant I had Pulaski at Night stuck in my head all weekend, setting the mood for an excellent trip.

JK was there too!

Our tradition is to hike Iron Peak to celebrate the Aging of Ingunn, but since I’m also dealing with the Aging of Fetus this year, I decided it would be too much elevation gain for my rickety pelvis. My new tactic is to pick trails out of the Best Hikes With Kids book, which touted Esmeralda Basin as a good alternative.

Out of the basin

We set our sights on Fortune Creek Pass and noticed a little too late that I was overextending myself a bit too much on the muddy and snowy sections of the trail. It finally caught up to me when we were literally minutes away from the pass, and I decided to override my summit fever and call it quits right there. It felt like such a mature, adult decision to make, but then again I am 32 now.

*frrrrt*

26 weeks and feeling great, except for that damn pelvis.

Belly is the new Mukmuk

This time I mean it, no more walking on snow for me until winter.

Lunch spot

A slow, uncomfortable waddle later, we were back in camp. I was pretty useless and immobile at this point, but JK claimed he didn’t mind doing the camp chores and cooking. He’s a good one.

Aaw

The dogs, however, were no help at all.

The bestest Basil

We spent the rest of the weekend talking, laughing, reading, eating, staring at the fire, cooling off in the creek, sniffing ponderosa pines, playing with the dogs, enjoying the moment.

Sitting on my ass and being served s'mores Glacier lilies in Esmeralda Basin I love the sight and scent of the Teanaway in the morning Snugglehound 32! Cupcake with a side of Tibetan Peach Pie

It was perfect. I think I like 32.

Better than TV

Esmeralda Basin | 7 miles | 1750 feet elevation gain –

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