OK, well not really but it sure feels like it.
here I was at 36 weeks:
38 weeks:
here I am at 4 months post:
Not too shabby considering that I am not dieting at all. Although walking up 6 flights of stairs both during pregnancy, carrying 4 bags of groceries, and after, carrying a baby AND 4 bags of groceries, probably deserves some credit. I have started doing 30-40 minutes a day of light weights/pilates to help me tone up and also because I am hoping it will help me to cope with my anxiety so that I don’t have to go back on meds. Sometimes when I am feeling especially anxious or nervous doing some jump ropes and/or lunges makes me feel really good, like a good stretch first thing in the morning, not like I am working out at all. It’s hard to explain because I was expecting to be out of breath, gasping for air, once I started working out again.
Anyway, I am also feeling pretty desperate for some warmth and some sun. It has been snowing, but mostly raining, on and off these past few weeks and this whole “getting dark at 4Pm , sunrise at 8am” nonsense makes me feel like a big shit. Last night around 3am, while I was up with the bb, I was lchecking out the sunrise/sunset chart and the days are slowly getting longer! I think it was something like an hour more of sunlight each month. Shoot, I will take anything I can get!
Typing of 3am, baby is having some serious sleep issues. She will not nap unless I have her strapped to me in the carrier (another cause of backpain) and getting her to sleep at night is something my entire building dreads. Oh, and as you can probably guess, she is not sleeping through. I try to be consistent with the nighttime routine but, I swear, if I am 5 minutes late (or early as I found out the hard way last night) getting started its shrieks and screams to the point of vomiting for an hour while IN MY ARMS (the only person crying it out in this house is my husband) before she will settle into sleep. Talk about diva. Srrsly. What the heck.
Other than that she is just an angel! She loves her jumperoonie-roo and she is quite happy and giggly most of the time, as long as she isn’t bored, which she tends to get quite easily. She is a liiiittle high maintenance, this one. Also, she has become terrified of strangers. On Christmas Eve we went to a friends house for dinner (wait, did I tell you this story?). It was a small gathering but it was too much for her. Anytime anyone looked at her , she cried…and cried aaaaand cried. In fact, she cried so hard we had to leave before dinner was even served.
Soooo, I signed us up for Gymboree and we start Tuesday. I am sorry, but I cannot have a socially nervous child and if it means taking two trains (which we will have to) and walking ten blocks in the snow (this too) in order to socialize this child properly, I am doing it. We have no family here so the majority of the time it’s just us and we are cooped up indoors, so I get why she’s freaking out and I feel terrible about it.
Welp, we are going for a walk, in the snow, to get some good old fashioned German fresh air… chow ya later!
(post typed with one hand, excuse all of it)
