Samson and I started Baby Boot Camp today. Because, you know, I like it when my legs ache and my arms feel like jell-o. And Samson likes to watch me huff and puff and get red in the face while I curse the nice instructor lady under my breath.
Wow, I have gotten really out of shape. I knew this was going to be hard, getting active again and maintaining some sort of physical routine. And as hard as it was this morning, I really did enjoy it. This crazy awesome Spring weather didn't hurt either. Every time I start a new fitness routine I'm reminded how good it makes me feel. I say to Max, "Max," I say, "the next time I complain about feeling down in the dumps or I get the blahs, remind me that I like exercise, remind me that it makes me feel better about my self and the world." Or maybe it's just the sun and fresh air.
And somebody better remind me of that tomorrow when I can't climb up the stairs or lift my own baby.
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Monday, February 11, 2008
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Exhauated and Happy
I know that I'll eventually stop feeling so completely pooped, or that I'll become immune to tiredness, or something. Right?
Every time Samson finishes eating and is either peacefully asleep or laying there, quietly attempting to focus on the stuffed zebra hovering above his noggin, I find myself thinking, "Quick! You've got about 90 minutes to do something! Nap! Blog! Run an errand! Laundry! Shower! Blarrrrgh!" That "blarrrrgh" bit was my head exploding from the pressure.
It's been a little bit more intense the past couple of days due to the Sickness that's been making it's rounds through my family. Max is finishing up his bout, and mine started on Thanksgiving. It's not real bad at all, but it is difficult to keep the snot from dripping on the baby's head while he nurses. Yes, I know, ew. Deal with it.
All that being said, I am 50 jillion times more in love with Samson than I was the last time I posted, and I'm starting to figure out that it's totally exponential, and that there is no limit. I'm pretty damn sure that there's never been a baby this cute before.
Every time Samson finishes eating and is either peacefully asleep or laying there, quietly attempting to focus on the stuffed zebra hovering above his noggin, I find myself thinking, "Quick! You've got about 90 minutes to do something! Nap! Blog! Run an errand! Laundry! Shower! Blarrrrgh!" That "blarrrrgh" bit was my head exploding from the pressure.
It's been a little bit more intense the past couple of days due to the Sickness that's been making it's rounds through my family. Max is finishing up his bout, and mine started on Thanksgiving. It's not real bad at all, but it is difficult to keep the snot from dripping on the baby's head while he nurses. Yes, I know, ew. Deal with it.
All that being said, I am 50 jillion times more in love with Samson than I was the last time I posted, and I'm starting to figure out that it's totally exponential, and that there is no limit. I'm pretty damn sure that there's never been a baby this cute before.
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