Still Here

My mom called today and I actually answered. (First time in a week that I've answered her call? Oops.) The first thing she asked is "are my grandkids still alive?" I forgot that was my last blogpost. Sorry to leave you hanging.

The kids are alive, and we're managing to sqeak out a few good moments here and there. Fortunately the good moments are increasing as the days go by. I'm still getting some major attitude from Andrew and Natalie, but my sister-in-law gave me a few ideas to try. Dianne provides such common-sense advice, and I'm thankful she's pointing out the obvious to me. Sleep deprivation has a way of short circuiting even the most Type-A of mommies. That and the flux between zen-like calm and hormonal rage treads such a thin line.

My mother-in-law is here for two weeks, so I've been busy with her visit. I know I've let many phone calls go unanswered. I'm not trying to be rude or appear uninterested, but I'm afraid I'm coming across that way. Honestly, I've discovered during this visit that I'm an intensely private person. I do best when I have time to myself, and have quiet time to rejuvenate. Without it...I'm a nutcase.

I've found myself back at the gym on a modified basis. I have the green light to walk, but any official workout beyond that is still on hold. My workaround is to put Nathan in a Snugli and walk him around the track at the Y. I did this when I had Alie too. It's a wonderful time to spend alone with the baby while listening to MY music and processing MY thoughts. The kids seem to welcome the chance to play in the childcare area, and it's a great return to some semblance of a routine. Ok...and the ulterior motive is that I'd like to be able to wear my pre-prego pants without being in pain. Who am I kidding, right? At last check, I have about 13 pounds to go before I get to my pre-pregnant self. If I don't get there, so be it. I don't mind wearing the next size up. I just hate to buy new clothes and then lose the pregnant-looking belly after forking out the money.