Little Bits of My Life Returning...

Of course, having a child changes your life profoundly. A total given, and I wasn't expecting anything other than an upside-down existence.

• I rarely eat a hot meal. The kid eats first.

• I don't pee alone. The kid has to come to the door and watch.

• I don't shower alone. The kid joins me.

• I only get five to six hours of intermittent sleep a night. The kid nurses every couple hours.

Running to the supermarket to get a gallon of milk requires foreplanning and lots of luggage. And a heavy kid in an even heavier infant carrier.

I was so excited at my six-week post pardum doctor's visit when I was given the go to resume my regular activites. I could work out again (among other things *wink*wink*). The Jeep Liberty stroller was itching for an inaugural turn around the neighborhood, the kid needs fresh air, and mama needs some exercise. Who'd of thought we would have a snowpocolypse every week making the sidewalks impassable?

So, today I got on the treadmill for the first time since my second trimester. I needed to start chisling down the 46 pounds I gained to give birth to the MonkeyBoy. I was able to drop the first 28 pounds in the first six weeks, but the remaining 18 are going to take some work.

The kid was in the Björn walking with me. He likes to cry a lot now. This at least put him to sleep for 25 minutes. I just wish I had the energy to go longer...

Yankee Doodle Dandy,
–TYG