Don't laugh at my old f-ing giant orange goggles. I have had these since I was 7 or so. They are retro.
Muahhhaaahhaaahaaa First Tracks, It's mine, it's all mine!
What? My own secluded section of the mountain. No arguments here.
And then I found these:
The second girl from the left's nickname was "Steamboat" and she was.
It was right after this that I started practicing with a group of other women to try-out for Derby. So, it wasn't until I started looking through the pictures from this past year, and then watching the video on Josey's blog, that I started realizing that I might have a couple slight regrets right now, that is besides giving up all my drinkin' and whorin'.
I didn't necessarily have to give up skiing this year, my midwife was on board to let me try a day and see how I felt. She did however say ramming into people at Derby was out of the question. I can't possibly see how that is dangerous. We wear knee pads and wrist guards for heaven's sake. Okay okay, I agreed to hang up the skates. The skiing thing was my call really and so today I found myself reminding myself (I am totally leaving that "allow myself to introduce myself" baaahhhhahaha) why I made that decision.
It's not that skiing while pregnant (at least for someone who has been skiing since they were 5) is a horrible idea. It is the fact that as of two years ago, this is me:
Pshaaa right, okay that isn't really me, but that is what I would look like if I was totally awesome. My dad has been telemarking for like a million and fifteen years (minus a million) and when I moved back to Colorado I was ready for a new challenge. Regular downhill is pretty awesome, but after 22 years of it, I was ready for something new, plus my dad gave me my mom's skiis. I am kind of a frugal chick, so why would I spend my own money on brand new downhill stuff when I could just learn a new skill? Turns out telemarking is freaking amazing. Granted it took me two seasons to really grasp what it is meant to feel like, but the trip from the above pictures was when I truely fell in love with this new technique.
I per-ordered my ski pass in April or May, and when the BFP showed up in June, I spent several months weighing my options. I could rent downhill skiis for the season and keep it safe, I could give telemarking a go and just see if I was still balanced enough to not spend the entire time falling down, or I could hang it up for a season and be careful. Let me tell you, I am a stubborn pregnant lady. I have been really resistant to take on the "oh I have to give everything up" mentality. You will still find me sprinting to catch the train, standing up on the bus instead of letting a nice gentleman give me his seat (although I do thank them profusely for offering because I adore a gentleman), and, although I have only done it twice, eating sushi. I walk on the edge people, I am a rebel and shit.
But, I also have a very clear goal, to deliver this baby safely at home. Let me tell you there are a bazillion reasons that my dreams for a home birth might not work out. There is preeclampsia, and the baby being breach, gestational diabetes, yada yada yada. Most of the reasons are things I can't really control. I am trying to do my best, eat lots of protein (which is hard for someone who is doing good to get one meat product in a day), drink lots of water, walk a lot rest with my feet in the air, that kind of shit. In the end, I can only do so much. But not skiing was something I could control. I am not saying that I for sure would be compromising my home birth if I went skiing, but there was a fear that I would go into a deep turn, lose my balance, fall on my side and do some real damage, not just to me, but to this little fella in my belly. So as stubborn as I am about being the "pregnant girl who can" (Rosie the Riveter is in my head now) I feel like I should be kind of smart too. And I have to admit, I feel responsible to my bloggy pals.
I don't want you to think for a second that I don't think about my ladies in arms that are still out there fighting the infertility gods for their chance to give up skiing and roller derby (hypothetically speaking). I am still here cheering for you guys as loudly as I can and I rejoice and take great sorrow in each of your successes and failures. How much of an asshole would I be if I stubbornly decided to go skiing and put this gift I have been given in jeapardy? The biggest of assholes, that's what.
So I cancelled the pass, forfeiting $50, but I'll live. And despite having the urge every weekend to break out the roller skates, I am being patient. As much as I like to deny it, I have to be a grown up and take responsibility for this little life. But don't think I haven't spent the last few weeks, while watching the ski reports and hearing about my dad and brother heading up to the mountains, day dreaming about my come-back next year. And look what I found while googling "skiing with a baby". Bahhhaahahahaa.
Don't panic, Nugget probably won't be heading to the slopes with me until he gets to be around 5, but this picture does make me laugh.