Jack, my buddy.
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My parents came for a visit on Friday and my mom stayed the weekend to help out. We tried going for a walk with the babies on Saturday around Centerton Square (a shopping center) but it turned out to be a rather disastrous outing. Both babies were very hot (it was 90 degrees outside!) and tired which lead to a stressful day for everyone. It's really hard to be mobile with them. We've only gone out with them a couple times, but each time its really messed with their eating/sleeping schedule. This may not really be a problem with one baby, but with two the repercussions are almost unmanageable. For decades, mothers were housebound with their young children. I've read many pieces of literature encouraging parents today to take their babies with them everywhere; that the babies should fit into the parent's schedules not the other way around. This is not only impractical for us, but also very stressful. Although I treasure this time with them, I do look forward to the days when I can take them out without this circus (maybe when they're 18???).
I went to the gym yesterday for the first time since being 3 months pregnant. With the help of a few favorite music artists to drown out my protesting muscles, I was able to complete a respectable workout, but was shamefully weak and sore afterwards.
While I am happy to have given my body as their home and (on an optimistic day) count the stretch marks, wobbly skin, and incision as some sort of private battle scars, I cannot help but be dissatisfied with the end result. The time, energy and hard work it will take to move toward pre-pregnancy body will be enormous. How do I find the time to go to the gym when there are endless amounts of dishes, laundry, and baby care to be done? It is difficult enough to sleep and shower let alone find the mental and physical energy to exercise.
Although I realize that the time WILL come, I want it to come NOW. I am tired of wearing the same Adidas pants and t-shirts.
Ah- the glories and hardships of pregnancy!
Helping me blog
I went to the gym yesterday for the first time since being 3 months pregnant. With the help of a few favorite music artists to drown out my protesting muscles, I was able to complete a respectable workout, but was shamefully weak and sore afterwards. 
1 comment:
I wish I had my pre-pregnancy body back too! I had a loved one tell me after Clarissa was born to just do it (exercise). She didn't understand how hard that was to do until she had her own! :) Another wise person once told me, "you were pregnant for 9 months, you need to give yourself at least 9 months to get back in shape". Then there are the blessed ones, not me, that bounce right back after a couple of weeks. It's not easy getting back to "normal" after bringing baby(s) home from the hospital or birthing center. And even then, sometimes normal becomes a new normal. Don't get discouraged. You are doing great.
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