I know now just what a toll the near bed-rest of pregnancy and the recovery from surgery had on my body. I've never been in great shape but it used to be I could walk at a nice pace for an hour or so with no problem... Now - I seem to have a limit of about fifteen minutes at a brisk pace... that's pathetic!
In some ways - this pregnancy was great for my health overall. I'm probably in better health overall today than I have been since I was thirteen. The last of my bad habits are gone. I have my first pair of running shoes in ten years (basically since gym was a requirement my senior year in highschool...). I have actual goals instead of concept goals - the difference between I want to be a healthy size 8 rather than I want to be skinny. I think- because of those things and the fact that I know how to cook now - I can actually make those goals by next summer... Next summer being the time that (if one is put together) my high school reunion would happen...
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He's finally starting to act out - either that or I'm just tired enough that I'm noticing. He's been really hard to handle lately so - I'm taking a clue from school... there they have a color system. One color for good, one for warning, one for time out and the last for 'principles office'... so here at home - we have one for good, one for warning, one for time out and one for punishment... orange=good - 30 days on orange and he gets dinner out at Pizza Hut (or whereever he wants to go). green=warning... purple = timeout and black=punishment... two purples = a black. a day on black takes away one day from the orange count... so far - it MIGHT work. I'm hoping it works or I am going to find myself even more tired than I am now....
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One month post baby... I've lost some inches - which is GREAT. I'll continue to lose them as I get more active. I'm wearing a size 16... a first for me really and one I'm not liking so much. But - only thing I can do is get my act in gear and start working on it... tomorrow begins the walking. I finally got decent shoes.
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The last couple of days have been miserable. It turns out my poor little Wolverine has reflux - which explains the spitting up all the time and the crying when he's gassy. We tried chamomile tea. We tried sitting up with him for 30 minutes after every feeding but it just wasnt enough so - now we have a perscription. I'm just hoping it helps him. Everytime he cries (not the hungry or change me cries though) my heart breaks a little. I haven't been getting much sleep though - especially the last few nights - he just doesn't want me to put him down. I'm really hoping his medicine works so that, what little sleep I *do* get can be much better (and maybe even in my own bed instead of on the couch!)
On the upside, I know that, even with the spitting up, he's getting enough to eat (always my first concern) - he's up weight wise. He was born at 10 lbs 6 oz. lost a little in the hospital then gained it back and was 10 lbs 10 oz at his 2 week check up and now, at his One Month check up, he wieghs 11 lbs 4 oz. He's my bruiser ;)
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CrazyHorse left for his first day today and I didn't even get a kiss goodbye. He's so much more outgoing than I am. He wants to talk to everyone. He wants to know everyone. He wants to tell everyone everything. It's scares me some. Especially being me. He talks to people and I get nervous. He is bright and happy and thrilled to be surrounded by people and I get weird and fidgety... I'm glad he's not like me - that he's like I once was as a little little girl but BUT it's scary and it's awkward for me. I can only hope no one takes it from him, his spark and his trust.
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I come home from my boy's kindergarten open house and there's three messages on my machine... two telemarketers and this: a wonderful message from John Allison at the Pittsburgh Post Gazette saying that they want to buy one of my poems... I took a moment to catch my breath and check my records notebook to see which poems I submitted to them in January and tried to figure out which of the three it would be. With a cell phone that HATES to call from the house without dropping the call, I call Pittsburgh. The poem they bought was not the one I figured they would want but I am super thrilled! I think i really needed a big acceptance right about now. So - either tomorrow or next saturday, my poem will be in the PPG!! Yay me.
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