Define “active”. Define “frail”. I feel a sense of judgement going on here, but that might just be me.
To me, “active” means perhaps a walk (one or more miles) per day or so or swimming ditto. Not complete bedrest and not being a sloth, either, but not trying to be the Bionic woman, either.
3 pregnancies here.
The first one–exhausted ALL the time. (and I was in my best physical shape then: age 27, not overweight by any means; active as in renovating an old house and working FT, 12 hour night shifts, and walking everywhere). No energy–I mean, I had to take a nap every day. No way could I have run anywhere after about month 5. Had old school [del]butcher[/del] OB who gave me the world’s largest episiotomy for my smallest child. Took weeks to heal. He (the butcher) wouldn’t let me drive for 6 weeks. (!) Then I was diagnosed with hypothyroid about 8 months after I had my first child. I am still not sure if I was suffering from that during my pregnancy. Never lost the extra “baby weight” from this one.
Second pregnancy–first trimester: exhaustion. Lost 5 pounds in the 1st trimester-no nausea or vomiting (never had morning sickness ever). Napping when my daughter napped. Doing aerobics 3x/wk until the sciatica made my life hell. Could not move easily or well. He was 10lbs. 4 oz, 22 inches long. NSVD. No epidural. He broke my tailbone which took several months to repair itself (or so it seemed). Levothyroxine is a miracle drug, though–I had tons of energy after he was born.
Third pregnancy: overweight (not much, but in crap shape), suffering from depression. Running around after 2 kids. Working PT, 12 hour shifts, days. Felt sick (not nauseated, just not well-had very mild gestational DM) every minute of the nine months. Had back labor for 10 hours. Felt like hell afterwards. I was found to have microcytic anemia when #2 son was about 4 years old–maybe I had it then, too?
I’d say I felt “frail” for all 3–at least some of the time. And yet, I worked a physically demanding job (ICU nurse), and had several kids and a household to run. I know I felt more vulnerable to physical attack and knew I could not escape/fight off any possible attacker. I know I have never felt that level of fatigue, not even after moving (as in house) all day in 100 degree heat. My body forced me to lay down or I would just be down. There was no gainsaying this, no pushing through the pain or fatigue. And then there was the cervical pressure–so bad at times, I’d gasp out loud and have to sit.
So, I’d say it’s completely individual. Of course there are some out there who may run marathons (is all that lactic acid build up good for the baby? I dunno) or climb mountains(and if it means that much to you-go for it), while the rest of us would like to get some consistent mild exercise and then put our feet up and have someone rub them for us.
I, for one, refuse to feel bad (if even retrospectively) for feeling “frail” during my pregnancies. If my daughter or DILs to be (if any) feel the need for a bit of TLC and laziness–I’m there for them. Sure, I don’t want to be seen as a shrinking violet, but I also am weary of this Amazon woman can do anything even while pregnant stuff. There is no merit to doing a triaothalon(sp?) while pregnant. What does that prove? Will you do it with a baby strapped to your back the next year? Color me clueless, not snarky–I just don’t get the appeal. If you’re very active and doing well with it, you’re probably fine. If you’re pushing yourself to meet some arbitrary standard because someone told you you’re not “frail” and should be “active”, and yet you feel like hell- I say to hell with them. Tell your OB your symptoms and energy levels; never mind what Super Mom To Be is doing.
Slightly off topic, but feel the need to go there anyway: having watched any number of my friends’ husbands carry on after their vasectomies(for a whole week, even!), I say women get a bit of slack for the entire nine months that they feel their uterus is going to fall out. I sound somewhat defensive and I don’t mean to, but I’ve tried to rephrase this post to no avail. Frail is in the mind of the beholder.
And best of luck to all the expectant moms out there! It’s an unbelievable, wonderful journey.