The other day I woke up and it was weigh in day. I was pretty good on my Weight Watchers and my P90X3, I didn't run this past week, but I was still looking forward to a loss. Nope. I gained 1.5 lbs. Hmmm...kinda bummed but I'm trying not to focus on what the scale says, but I do hate seeing the numbers going up.
I take a look at my stomach, because every morning I like to see if anything changed over night, and it looks all bloated and bleh. Whatever, I'll cut back on carbs, I think to myself.
Then randomly in the day I get a wave of exhaustion. Not uncommon because Arya is still, still, STILL not sleeping through the night, but it's more of a bone weary exhaustion, not a "I need coffee" exhaustion.
Later on I start to feel a blackness inside my heart. I'm just kind of down in the dumps, not feeling myself, feeling pretty sad and blue. I just chalk it up to a bad day, but then BAM...period.
I wasn't expecting it because since I'm still, still, STILL nursing, my cycles are kind of unpredictable and all over the place. I've only had 4 periods since Arya's been born, however this is my third consecutive/quasi predictable one so I'm pretty sure I'm back to cycling as usual.
This period hit me a little harder than they usually do. I'm hoping my hormones level out because it took me a good day and a half to shake off the funk.
Monday, July 28, 2014
Holy Hormones
Thursday, July 24, 2014
The Worst Things About Summer
I love summer. I love long hot days, dips in cold pools, sandy toes, and frozen cocktails. I love not having to rush out the door in the morning and sitting in hours of traffic. But every rose has it's thorn and I'm in just an ornery enough mood to make a list of the worst parts of this sultry season.
The Towels
I swear to God as if I don't have enough laundry to do I do a load of towels a day. Why do you ask? Because instead of leaving the pool towels to dry over the pool fence so they can dry and be reused the next day, people bring them in and leave them in a wet heap on the bathroom floor and I have to wash them. Plus everyone is taking lots of showers to wash off the chlorine and sweat and sunscreen. Lots and lots of towels.
The Bugs
It's like once the mercury passes the 80 degree mark the seven circles of hell open up and out flies every dragon fly, mosquito, wasp, bumble bee and other insect that has me jumping 50 feet in the air every time one buzzes by my ear.
The Sunscreen
Apply it, reapply it, make sure you remember to apply it to weird areas like your under butt cuff and hair line. Remember to reapply it to the kids, forget to reapply it to yourself and then boosh...sunburn. Plus it's like trying to wrestle a greased pig getting it on wiggly little ones.
Skimpy Clothes
It's hard to hide muffin top and upper arm jiggle in tank tops and crop tops. Staying cool while staying covered is a true summer time art form.
Even with it's killer bugs and damp towels, summer still pretty much rocks my socks off.
iLuminate Off B'way Giveaway
iLuminate is a visually groundbreaking ballet that is performed completely in the dark. The only illumination comes from the electric costumes of the performers as they perform about six short scenes that tell the story of good vs. evil. Watch the dancers fight dragons and fall in love to a background of modern music. The visuals are spectacular...like nothing you've ever seen before.
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Vasectomy
I wrote a little while ago about how I knew deep in my heart that I was done having babies. Andy feels the same way. We just know that we are done. We love our girls, they are both happy and healthy. We can afford to take care of them and splurge a little for nice things every now and then. We're happy where we're at.
So that left the question of birth control. I refuse to go back on the birth control pill because it turns me into a stark, raving lunatic, plus I always forget to take it and I know of too many "I forgot to take my pill" babies. Condoms aren't for me (I'm not single or 16). So Andy agreed to get a vasectomy.
It was a fairly simple procedure. He had it done yesterday. I wasn't really even worried about it even though he went under anesthesia. I was more worried about the recovery. Meaning that he was going to be a pissy, whiney baby for a week making me wait on him hand and foot while taking care of the kids and the house.
He's not that bad. A little pissy and moany, but not too bad. He's more just uncomfortable. He's mostly lying on the couch with a bag of peas on his crotch, but he's in good spirits.
I'm so glad that it's done and we don't have to worry about pregnancies or anything like that. We still have to be careful for a little while until he gets a sample tested, but I'm feeling very relieved!
Friday, July 18, 2014
She Devil
Remember how I used to write about what a sweet and happy baby my Arya was? How she laughed at everything and was quick to smile? How it was so easy to keep her content? Well now she's turned into a little she devil.
Seriously.
That girl wants what she wants when she wants it. If she doesn't get it she full on yells in your face. Not cries, screams at the top of her lungs in anger/frustration. She also will throw herself on the floor in the cutest little temper tantrum you ever saw. Sometimes she even bites. I don't think they make baby muzzles though, do they?
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| Just biting my toes |
Here are some things that set her off:
- when I don't let her walk on the table
- when I don't let her eat rocks
- when her sister tries to hug me or sit on my lap
- when someone is eating food and she wants some
- when it's time to change her diaper
- when she wants to be picked up and you don't pick her up the nanosecond she says "up"
- when she thinks she can climb the stairs by herself
- when her sister won't share her ice pop
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