Working out

Well I made it to the Y for a strength class.  It was hard but I need to build back my strength.  I caught a cold that turned into a very serious sinus and double ear infection over the holidays.  I was so sick - bedridden for days including Christmas.  I love my kids so much and I just couldn't miss their Christmas so I some how made it down stairs to watch them - and it was pure joy to see them so happy!  I lasted about an hour and crawled back upstairs to bed never leaving it the rest of the day.

I spent nearly six years doing infertility treatments, getting pregnant, miscarrying and trying again.  During that time I had my daughter and all was well.  She and I went to a stroller fitness class and made friends for both of us.  I was in really good shape - running, strength training and lots of fun singing and playing with the kids.  We attended class three days a week.  Then we decided after the last miscarriage of getting pregnant on my own, perhaps we should try treatments again.

We went back and forth on it because things were good with Lila and once I did get pregnant from fertility treatments, it worked.  It was the getting pg on my own that seemed to be an issue.  Also we were surrounded by people in the stroller fitness class that were getting pregnant with their second child and I think I (again felt pressure, competitive maybe???) but that I wanted to give this my all.  I did think a sibling would be a good thing for my daughter.  I was sort of in the place of feeling so grateful to have my daughter but also a little bitter about why it was so hard for us to keep another pregnancy and easy for others (who in my opinion, seemed to take it so for granted).  Then I would feel mad that it wasn't so outrageous for us to want another child, lots of people want two kids - you can see it was just a vicious cycle.

Anyway - long story, short - our very last fertility treatment actually worked!  Everything that could go wrong seemed to be doing so in this cycle, but somehow it worked and my son is here.  But the pregnancy was very difficult and he was very BIG - like measuring 3-4 weeks ahead in size.  My abs were shredded, I had severe morning sickness - and most of the time the meds just took the edge off, they didn't actually take the nausea away.  I was not able to work out and so I was in pretty bad shape by the time he was born.

I started running at 6 weeks postpartum - I am not a running fan but I knew I had to do something.  I was able to lose all the baby weight very quickly.

Then life started up again with will we move, won't we move drama from my husband's job.  Things were tough for my parents and there was a lot of uncertainty while trying to take care of a newborn and 3 1/2 year old.  So my exercising has been very spotty for the last year.

But it's a new day and even a new year and so I made it to the gym.  I am going once a week for a couple weeks, then adding a second day in moving to four days a week.  My daughter is in school five days and my son goes two - so the three days he's not at school we will go to the Y.  I just have to build up to it so I don't get sick again!