Two weeks until I'm back in Houston with my love. I'm so excited to finally be with Jarod again and to see everyone! Honestly, I just want to be able to drink with people instead of myself. This trip also means Vi Pham has to shape up before seeing her drill sergeant/husband-to-be.
The other day, I told Jarod I missed being pregnant. (Don't worrrrry, it's not going to really happen for awhile.) I don't mean I want to have a small fetus feeding off of me like a parasite; I miss my lovely lady lumps. I enjoyed being bigger than a house. It will probably be the only time I will be able to get away with finishing my plate and Jarod's and spending a full hour at the dinner table chomping down. Granted, by the 9th month, my back hurt, I couldn't sit up without help and I rolled around the bed, I loved hearing how pretty I looked when I met strangers. I knew they were lying, I was a hot mess. But seriously, being pregnant is one of the best things ever.
Cut to... now. My diet has devolved from Mai Pham's healthy asian meals (she seriously even cut fruit for me to eat everyday) to Folger's breakfast blend in the morning, combos in the afternoon, and Lean Cuisine's Santa Fe Style Rice and Beans and Moscato at night. I seriously have to force myself to drink water at times because I've been on the brink of dehydration.
I was able to lose my baby weight pretty quickly. I only gained about 30 pounds during my pregnancy. I credit this to 1. Walking 3 laps around the apartment in the afternoon 2. Cravings of orange juice and oatmeal and 3. Sleeping 10 hours every day (not including bed time). It's seriously a miracle that Sam came out as perfect as he did. But seriously, I believe the credit to Sammy should be my mother. After Sam was born, Jarod had to leave fairly quickly, so I was with baby Sam 24/7. Even though I spent a good amount of time at my parent's house for help, I felt overwhelmed. New babies are not easy, no matter how great they are, they need a lot of attention which requires a lot of time. I was depressed that Jarod was gone, probably had a bit of postpartum depression (I honest to God thought everyone was trying to take my baby away), and was just plain tired with my new schedule. I hardly slept and hardly ate for 3 weeks. At the same time that this was all happening, I never really felt being tired or hungry. I went days without eating, only drinking water and I seemed to be fine. I finally came down to see Jarod for our 6 weeks together, and I pretty much left everything for him. I let Jarod take care of Sam and he did a great job. He did Sam's morning feeding so I could sleep in, played with the kid, made me meals...Jarod is a godsend. By week two, I was finally myself again and it was fabulous.
When we got back to Ohio, I started school and was by myself with Sam. This time, even more, because I didn't stay at my parent's anymore. Getting a schedule down was hard. I had to turn everything I did around to accommodate getting Sam ready for my parent's house, getting myself ready, and doing school work. I seriously had to let go of any unrealistic notion that I could do this perfectly and on my own. I don't know how single mothers do it. I have a family helping me along the way, and I'm having a hard time. One day, I looked in the mirror and my eyes were sunken in and I was skinnier than pre-pregnancy. I skip meals pretty often, because I'm too tired to make them, and honestly don't have an appetite for anything. I regularly go to the grocery store and walk around several times over and hardly have anything in my cart.
I have to get into some sort of shape before I see Jarod. I decided on an exercise routine beginning with the treadmill in the early morning hours, but failed today because Sammy didn't wake up til late. I will also begin my new exercise dvd that I purchased one early morning through an infomercial. Loooves it! I bought a tanning package for wayyy too much aaand I started the intense Crest professional white strips... It hurts to open my mouth. Jarod better appreciate this.
No comments:
Post a Comment