Saturday, January 29, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
This time around, not so easy. Again, I only gained about 15 lbs. Again, I was back in SOME of my normal clothes right away. A few weeks postpartum, though, I realized something- I had stopped losing weight. In fact, I was now GAINING. At my 6-week checkup yesterday I learned that I weigh the same amount now as when I delivered.
Here’s the deal. I am starving all.the.time. I eat all.the.time. I eat mostly healthily, but don’t deny myself treats. This is the polar opposite of pregnancy for me- the time when I puke and puke and avoid most food entirely. However, my midwife says that sometimes when you’re nursing two, you hang onto the weight because you’re body is simply going through so many calories. It’s like a defense mechanism. This doesn’t make a lot of sense to me, but whatever. Here’s the bottom line: I wanna look like this again.
I know, I know- that was going on 4 years ago, and it was pre-kids. But I’m going to get back there. A few weeks ago I (in a moment of temporary insanity) signed up for my first half-marathon. It’s in April. I also committed to doing P90X with Brett. So right now I’m running AND doing killer workouts almost every day. I’m not brave enough to post my pre-P90X pics yet, but I will when we get to the end.
I also want to say for the record that I’m not following the P90X diet. It would be impossible to restrict my calories that much AND still run AND nurse 2 kids. Well, I could eat the foods on the diet, but I’d have to eat a ton of them- and I don’t see myself finishing an 8-egg omelet. Anyway, I don’t want to look like Skeletor, and, more importantly, I need to be able to feed my babies- and I like them chunky.
We are headed to PA in a couple of weeks for June’s baptism, and I NEED to be able to fit into at least 2 pairs of my regular jeans, sans muffin top. ‘Cause I’m not gonna buy more, and it’s too cold up there for most of my dresses. That’s my motivation- for the next two weeks, anyway. Luckily we are YMCA members, so we’ll be able to keep up with our workouts at the Y in Erie. I’m really looking forward to utilizing the indoor pool. I know it’s hot in Florida, people- but an indoor pool for use in the winter would be nice. I miss my lap swimming.
So here we go. Updates to come.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Today was my first day back at work after maternity leave, and I’ve been focused on two things: 1. I hate being away from my kids. 2. The idea of pumping for 12 months is exhausting. Okay, okay- so June is already 6 weeks old. That leaves roughly 46 weeks of pumping….x at least 5 days a week….x 3 pumping sessions per day…x 15 minutes per session…
I don’t feel like doing the math, but it’s a lot of time to have one’s boobs hooked up to a machine.
It wouldn’t be as annoying if I hadn’t *just* got done pumping for Lucy in October- I pumped for her for 13 months. Even though pregnancy diminished my supply months before, I could still manage to get a couple ounces, and I was determined to keep giving Lucy breastmilk (she was, and still is, breastfeeding when I’m at home).
I don’t regret pumping for Lucy at all…it’s just that another year of pumping sounds like such a drag. It’s months more of carrying my pumps around (I have 4, by the way- a Lactina hospital-grade my insurance pays for and that I keep at work, a Medela Pump-in-Style, a Medela Swing for car use, and an Avent Isis manual), marking and freezing bags, washing pump parts...
If I had the money, I’d pay someone to wash my flanges, bottles, membranes, etc. I HATE IT THAT MUCH.
I should be grateful I have no issues pumping. In fact, I’m glad I had an extra cooler stored at work, because I partially filled 2- 8 oz bottles plus 4- 5 ounce bags. That’s roughly 36 ounces, people. Plenty of milk for June plus some to share- and believe me, I do. I’ve been blessed to be able to give around 300-350 ounces to another mama so far.
I should be grateful that I have a desk job that allows me to pump as needed and coworkers who don’t say anything (well, I have had some “top off my coffee, please” comments- but that just makes me laugh).
On a lighter note, I’m going to check another box in my “weird places I’ve pumped” list. On Monday I’ll be taking my students on a field trip of sorts, and will have to pump somewhere- it might be in a hangar.
Where's the funniest/craziest/strangest place you've pumped?