Birthday Photo with Belén
Goodness me it has been a long month. This full-time working mom gig is tough. I can honestly say that I cannot remember feeling so spent except for the days when I did crazy-long workouts when training for ridiculously long races while I was also completing my MBA. These days, I am lucky to get three workouts a week in so my fatigue is from spreading my focus between baby, husband, breastfeeding/pumping, work, housework, learning about new things that could potentially replace my full-time gig someday and I guess that is it. I am disappointed with myself on the workout front. I made some wonderful chocolate chip cookies and have been eating a cookie for every mile I was supposed to get up and run and didn’t. To counter the downward spiral, I started doing the <a href=”http://www.youtube.com/watch%3Fv%3DsWjTnBmCHTY”>8-minute ab workout</a> each morning. My stomach and neck muscles are so sore that I had to take the weekend off. I have grand ambitions of getting my stomach flat again and losing 10-12 pounds, but I need to make some serious changes in my habits of late and get more motivated before I am going to make a dent in those goals. I am telling myself that September 1 is the go date towards a renewed interest in healthier habits.
The power of suggestion continues to be influential with me and after Andy told me he had a sore throat, within 12-hours, I had a rip-roaring sore throat and cold. Then Margy had written and explained how she combatted decreased milk production while working and pumping. I have not had any issues with too little milk but then suddenly each day my amount pumped started to decrease. I went from nine ounces each lunch hour to nearly seven by Friday. I am not sure if it was an apples to apples comparison since I was feeding differently each morning but it caused me to worry about my milk production especially since the daycare lady told me Belén is now a 4 ounce girl every two hours. That cannot be right. That would mean she is eating 16 ounces a day. Nope, I don’t believe it. Anyway, so my sole goal of this weekend was to breastfeed as much as possible to get my milk production back up so the lecheria is at maximum production again. The takeaway from this is to not telling me about anything bad you may be experiencing unless you are prepared for me to experience it as well. 
Belén has found her voice. I am not sure if this is a product of daycare or what, but she has started screaming when she is unhappy with some aspect of a given situation. It was ironic because we took her to dinner at the Tavern with Anna and Derik on Friday night and she was an absolute angel. We put her in her blue Bumbo chair at the head of the table and she hung out with us like she was part of the conversation all evening long. As we were getting ready to leave and two ladies were walking out, they actually stopped and said, “does that baby ever cry?” Feeling a big smug, we smiled and nodded and said that yes she was a really good baby and we are very fortunate. Then on Saturday, she started these mini fits of screaming. We are not sure if perhaps she has the cold that Andy and I have both had and that is why she has had a temperament that is less than ideal or what. In all honesty, she is still really good, she just seems to get upset and in turn scream and we cannot figure out what is up. She is either sick or it is another change that comes with growing up. Gosh, Belén turns into more of a little girl every day. We can really notice the changes. She grabs things at will now and knows what she wants. I have a few tricks to make her laugh really hard and it is so much fun to spend time with her. We have a great video of her laughing hysterically that we need to upload to youtube and share. It is a kick! My 32nd birthday was this week. It was pretty uneventful except that I was fighting off my sore throat/cold and that my family all went out to dinner. It was a nice way to spend my birthday this year as I was really not up for a big shin-dig like normal. My random thought on the big day was that I was 2 * 16 years old. That seems about impossible, but I guess every year will be thoughts like that now. Life certainly does pass us by quickly. I realized this week that I don’t even think twice to reach down, grab my boob to see if it is full/empty of milk to evaluate if Belén needs to be fed and if so, which side I should feed her from. I avoid this action at work thank goodness, but anywhere else it is pretty much fair game. If I put some thought into it, I realize this is not a normal thing for normal people to do, so I should probably be a bit more discreet. I am sleepy and need to go to bed if I am going to make it through another Monday tomorrow, so the other random thoughts bouncing around in my head are going to have to wait another week to be committed to digital paper. Hopefully by the next time I write, I will have found my motivation, purpose and mojo again, but I am not counting on such a quick turnaround. Thank goodness that Andy is keeping it all together while I function in space cadet mode for a month. Again, September is going to be my comeback….
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