No news is still news

After two good (really good) nights in a row of sleeping, last night was Long. Really Long. All my sleep got sliced up between Huxley fussing for hours, Turing coming to bed earlier than usual (he's even slept in his bed all night a few times recently, which has been nice. A big boy bed soon!), and Trouble snoring. While I have mostly gotten over the new-mom adrenaline spikes which mean I am fully awake every time one of the children so much as sighs in their sleep, it seemed to be turned back on again last night. [Shrug]. Tonight will probably be better. And if not tonight, then tomorrow night.

I'm slowly coming to the conclusion that I'm going to have to start getting out of bed earlier in the day than 10. Getting up at 10 means dealing with nursing, changing, baby-stuff until 11. Getting myself functioning and then feeding myself and Turing until at least noon. Getting the nap routine done and Turing in bed by about 1. Nursing again. By the time Trouble goes out, I go out, I get home, and we deal with dinner, it is time to get Turing ready for bed. No where in there is time for me to take the boys outside for a walk and the weather has been perfect. Perfect!

I forced in some time for a walk before lunch yesterday. The walk itself was fantastic. I've been feeling restless from not getting any exercise. You're not supposed to properly exercise for six weeks post-partum. What I'd really like to do is go swimming (not serious swimming, just slowly for 20 minutes), but I am still bleeding. And bleeding. Eventually, I imagine that I'm going to end up running. I hate that it is true because running is my least favorite exercise, but I can push the boys in their fancy stroller so I am not spending my personal time, and I don't have to go anywhere to do it so I am more likely to actually do it. The good thing about the walk was it showed me a brisk walk is actually exercise at the moment, even if it isn't quite as satisfying as something that gets my heartrate up a little higher and makes me feel like I've been exercising. Just four more weeks until I can start running? Oh boy!

The walk was a bad idea because I hadn't had nearly enough calories. I think I had a snack before bed and a bowl of cereal before the walk. I had probably produced twice that many calories of milk over the night. Hrm. The lack of time to eat (and probably the bleeding) means I've been shedding weight like there is nothing to it - I lost eight pounds my first week home. I haven't checked, yet, for this second week. That seems a bit too fast, but I wasn't even trying. We even have a small army of people bringing us dinners so we don't starve. It is yet another explanation for why I feel tired. Jeez.