Hey Internet, I don't think I gave you the conclusion of the Great Weight Check Appointment - although pretty much every time I do not Conclude a Blog Storyline, you may assume all ended well. Because what's the fun in writing about POSITIVE stuff, eh?
The doctor was hoping for a gain of seven ounces and EmJ delivered ELEVEN ounces. That's my little overachiever! If you're interested, one week of alternating breastfeeding and formula feeding was enough for me to heal, and now we're up to 90% breastfeeding. We'd be doing 100% if I kept pumping, but let's face it, pumping is lame. Also, every time I sit down to pump one of the older kids needs something. (The doctor recommended I pump after every feeding, but realistically I was able to pump once or twice a day. But that was enough! Problems = solved to my satisfaction.)
While the baby fattens up, my goal is to slim down. LONG DRAWN OUT SIGH. Yesterday was my first attempt at Not Eating Everything In The Kitchen. It went moderately well, by which I mean I ate LESS but not necessarily items containing any nutrition. But I lost two pounds, so there's that. (Yes, I am at a weight where just not eating that fourth bowl of ice cream seems to make a difference.) I plan to set up a weight loss blawg this week to keep me accountable (that's your job) and also figure out how to fit in exercise.
So... exercise. YEAH. This time around it's not a matter of hopping on the treadmill and walking and then realizing I COULD run if I WANTED to and maybe I should give it a TRY... see, now I know exactly how much running hurts, so I'm WAY less inclined to start. Does that make sense? The last time I did this was kind of a See How Far I Can Go type of thing. Now I know how far I can go AND I know what it takes to get there. PAIN AND SUFFERING.
It's not like I'm NOT going to do it, I'm just not as gung ho. Even though it would be in the best interest of my relationship with my closet to get going as quickly as possible. I still have the maternity stuff, but maternity jeans, in my opinion, are just as saggy and falling down after pregnancy as they are during. Shirts that looked fine when I was pregnant now show off a different kind[s] of bump. And of course none of the old stuff fits.
I've been trying to find something to wear to E's baptism (next Sunday) that isn't a maternity dress AND I could possibly nurse in it AND won't embarrass me in pictures. Such a thing does not exist. I've ordered expensive nursing dresses and hid out in a Target dressing room - both disasters. I really do hate this part. I don't feel like myself, but this IS my Self. Bleargh.
Anyway, I am up typing this at Way Too Early, Even Before The Kids Are Awake, because the baby woke up to eat and I couldn't go back to sleep. Mainly because I've caught my first Preschool Cold and couldn't stop coughing. I should make myself some hot water with lemon and honey, but I got distracted by the computer and now I'm thinking I could just go back to bed. Maybe. Shove the baby over, ignore her snuffling and grunting (because she has a cold too) and try to catch another twenty minutes before Jack and Molly wake up all, "MOMMY IT'S SEVEN I HUNGRY CAN I WATCH A SHOW WHAT WE DOING TODAY MOMMY."