Staying Active During Pregnancy- 1st and 2nd Trimester

I knew whenever I found out I was pregnant, stopping my workouts was just simply not going to be an option.
So, after getting an all clear from my Dr. I continued on with my workouts throughout pregnancy. At the end of July/Beginning of August I started T25, an 8 week program created by Sean T, the same fitness instructor who was the brainchild behind Insanity. I can’t recall the exact start date without consulting my workout journal but I know it was around then. The workouts are similar to Insanity but less stressful on the joints and ONLY 25 minutes.

By September 16, 2013 I had completed the program, here are my before and after photos. I was 17 weeks pregnant in September, not bad ehh? I would like to give credit for those abs to no one OTHER than myself. I worked very hard. I will also say that I kept at lifting weights and using some other Beachbody programs to mix it up a little and add on to my workouts to make them longer. Some days, 25 minutes is just not long enough.

Here is a You Tube Clip of Beachbody’s Les Mills Pump workout, one of the squat tracks. 

After finishing the first round of T25 I wanted to start it over, so I did. This time, however, I didn’t do the program as faithfully because I started getting bored and wanted more variety in my workouts. I stayed with the fight! And unfortunately 17 weeks was the last time I saw those beloved abs of mine 🙂 


By the end of my 2nd Trimester I will be honest and say that some moves were getting harder just because I couldn’t move like I used to be able to. Engaging your core becomes quite difficult when you have a tiny human inside you! For years I had taught myself to engage and use my core in everything I did throughout the day. I had to sort of re-learn how to use my body, a very strange feeling. Here is a workout from week 26, the last week of the 2nd trimester.


Carpe the Hell out of your Diem—
Laci Jane

12 Weeks Pregnant

So during the first 12 weeks, not a lot happened. It literally felt like time was DRAGGING on until the 8 week appointment when we were able to see our little JuneBug for the first time. –Side note here if you’re wondering how we came up with the nickname do some backward math from a due date of March 1 😉 —

Weeks 5-7 were tough only because I was really really tired but nothing I couldn’t handle. Basically instead of being wide awake and ready to take on the world at 9pm I was shutting down and passing out.

The 12 week appointment was really our confirmation that we felt we could make it, that we had a healthy enough baby to feel comfortable announcing it to the world. Well I guess that just means making it Facebook official! So that is what we did.

At 12 weeks:

  • I felt great
  • Had not experienced any nausea
  • Was working out regularly and still very hard
  • Allowing myself to get more sleep
  • Maintaining my normal diet
  • I did get sick with a cold and had to be put on an antibiotic, wasn’t thrilled about that AT ALL

Carpe the Hell out of your Diem— Laci Jane

Announcement Time! JuneBug’s ETA is 3-1-14

I’m PREGNANT! ……..In all actuality it didn’t go quite like that we only told a select group of people we were pregnant and waited to announce it to the world.We found out we were pregnant just 2 days upon returning from a trip to Las Vegas. That’s right, mom of the year award right here! Let’s go to Vegas and get shitfaced while pregnant. I didn’t know!!! I swear. I know, I know, I’m not the only mom out there who’s made THAT mistake.

My husband likes to highlight this fun little vacation by recalling the walk back from the MGM Grand pool where we had spent several hours in the sun drinking beer. I don’t remember the walk back but apparently the comments I made to people headed out to the pool were enough to really piss someone off and get my ass kicked. Thanks huni, I love you for taking care of me and not letting that happen (especially in such a delicate state ;).

Anyways, I peed on three sticks which all proved that I was indeed pregnant. The first people we told were my parents. After waiting on my 37 year old sister all these years they were starting to think neither one of us had it in us to actually produce a grandchild, but lo and behold they would be first time grandparents.
Below is a video of how that went down 🙂


Announcing the great news to my husband’s parents turned out to be a giant flop. While looking through my Vegas photos on my phone she came across my pee sticks…. hehe oops! You’re gonna be a grandma, again. After 7 grandkids they’re pros, what’s another one going to matter at this point right? It didn’t go exactly like we wanted it to but they were happy for us nonetheless.