What a crazy 6 weeks it's been in the Leaving Fatville household! I'm sorry for the lack of posts. Had I had it together, I would have lined up guests posts, but obviously, I'm not that with it.
O is growing like a weed. He's gaining lots of weight and getting those cute little baby rolls. He's definitely got his own little personality. He's so different from E. It's refreshing but strange. I'm still getting used to all of his little tics and cries.
E is adjusting okay, as much as a grumpy 4 year old can. He's been doing great being on his own for some things, like getting dressed, brushing teeth, eating breakfast by himself at the table. I can tell he's feeling a little left out, but we're trying to make it all work as much as possible. He's a good kid, and I know he'll come through it once he gets over the crazy hissy fits that 4 year olds are wont to have.
My body is beginning to spring back, too. Happy to not have an enormous beach ball in the way, I've been taking sheer delight in being able to bend over, cross my legs and just generally move around with ease. In fact, sleeping on my side again makes me nearly delirious with happiness.
I was very lucky through this pregnancy. I didn't have any health complications and managed only to gain 9 pounds through the whole thing. (7 pounds, 11 oz of that was O!) I'm now starting out nearly 10 pounds less than when I got pregnant. I'm trying to track my weight on LoseIt!, but I'll admit, I'm a little erratic on there. I'm just not ready to track my food. Breastfeeding burns some calories, but it sure does make you hungry. I'd be embarrassed to tell everyone what I eat in just a day! Thankfully, the weight is staying mostly off, but it'll be time to do more than just rely on breastfeeding for calorie burn.
Exercise unfortunately, has been few and far between. I wish I had time to do more, I wish I had energy to do more. It's all I can do to stay upright most days. I know I'll find my swing before too long, but I'm hoping working full time won't mess that up too much. It breaks my heart that I won't get to spend as much time with O alone as I did with E. Daycare days are looming and so do my work troubles. (Which is a whole new kind of messed up. 16 million dollar budget shortfall at a community college doesn't bode well for employees. It might be time to dust off the resume... just in case.)
I'm doing my best things time not to lose myself this time. It's so easy to just become Mom/Wife and forget that somewhere in there I'm Anda, too. I'm even fighting myself about spending a gift certificate that was for Mother's Day on me rather than on things we need for the little one or house. It feels guilty to spend something on myself when I know we need diapers, wipes and various other things. I still fight that instinct to pass over myself to help my family.
Maybe this time, I can do it.