Happy Monday! The coast of Maine got walloped by a storm this morning- high wind gusts and driving rain. The last I heard, there were a greater number of power outages than the Ice Storm of ’98 (hundreds of thousands).
So I’m starting to realize a few things about motherhood. Juggling things is HARD. For instance, realizing that I’ve gone another month without blogging. I haven’t been putting nearly as much time into studying for the ACE Exam as I
Happy Wednesday! I’m happy to report that *so far* working from home is a bit easier than it was the first week, in spite of an extra cranky baby yesterday. I know that it’s the easiest it’s ever going to
Happy Friday! A couple weeks after giving birth, I started going for walks and doing an easy Pilates workout. The walks were solo at first- usually just a “clearing my head” after sitting on the couch with an insatiable baby
Nothing exciting to report on the baby front…she’s still hanging in there at 38 weeks. Last night/this morning I started getting shooting pain down my hip/inner thigh while walking, so I think she’s finally found a nerve to nestle on!
Another week! Hit 37 weeks yesterday, which means we are officially out of “preterm” land and into “early term” (which apparently translates into “she’s pretty much cooked but it’d be better if she waited another 2 weeks). Of course, I’m
35 weeks! The panic/excitement is still growing quite a bit. I finally finished using all of my Honest Co. Belly Balm (I’m surprised it’s lasted so long- 5 months- considering the surface area it’s been covering), and decided to go
Happy Hump Day! Pretty exciting week so far- on Monday night I got to bake (not something I do typically just because it’s been so hot lately and I’m milking the whole but guys I’m super pregnant thing). The MDI YWCA hosts
Happy Friday! It’s been a rough week here with the flu hitting our house (well, apartment), two cars that don’t want to function, and some other life stresses I won’t get into. It’s a good lesson for practicing taking things
Happy Monday! I’m all about getting bad news out of the way first, so here it is: no more running for me until Baby Z is born. In spite of dropping down mileage, running every other day or every three