Well so much for more frequent blog posts. I think I should treat my yet-again failure like binge eating after a resolution to lose weight: try again!
It is hard to believe Reed is two months old! He is a thriving little guy, with lots of smiles, especially in the morning. We are outgrowing clothes left and right, and he is up to 12 1/2 pounds now. My baby is disappearing and already he looks more and more like a little boy with his expressions and such. He is holding his head up really well and has gotten himself into a nice little routine that includes six hours of sleep every night, all in one stretch.
Bless you child.
As for me, I am finally feeling much better down there and am almost pain free. The baby jogger came in the mail the other day…but so far just walking. I need to see a physical therapist to address some issues I have with my new anatomy (story for another day)… Before I get the All Clear to jog. Hopefully soon. I feel so incredibly out of shape that it is pitiful. As in, Shamefully Pitiful. As in: a walk gives me a side ache.
We have been displaced for our home for almost a month now (due to the remodel of our only bathroom), and I am much looking forward to returning home next week and getting into more of a regular routine in our own environment. Living out of suitcases with a baby for a month is doable…but not that much fun.
(Pause. Baby woke up from nap)
Where was I?
Oh yes, today hubby let me know I was getting a little too comfy in my maternity clothes.
But he is right. Sadly.
Time to get this butt in gear!