Melt off… HA! Now past the official ‘6 weeks’ time frame where I actually am medically allowed to restart my workouts, I’m still sitting in the 180ish area. I thought I’d get a nice head start by picking it up a couple weeks early but apparently not. I’m extremely irritated but there’s not much that I can do other than keep trying. Clearly I’ll have to dedicate myself better to my workouts and modify what I’m eating a bit. The end of this month will bring me to 11 days in the gym for April thanks to both my late start and the missed weekends (and a few week days even). That also is a good reason for not getting well into the 170s like I had hoped but more importantly, it means I missed the cutoff to have my insurance cover my gym dues by ONE DAY. Yuck.
My 6 week appointment went well – if you count TOTALLY spacing on the whole point of why I even scheduled the appointment as ‘well’. I could’ve kicked myself when I got home but I’m not that flexible. See, my left knee is messed up. I can’t kneel on it because it shoots pain as if there is a grain of sand sitting under my kneecap. I can even feel the electric nerves shooting as I shave my legs past that spot on my knee. I can make the whole thing tingle just by pushing on my kneecap – which is oddly way more fun than it probably should be. Anyway, it happened as the swelling from the pregnancy went down and while I highly doubt my OB would have any clue what it was, I was hoping he’d send me in the direction of a specialist that would. He might have, if I had brought it up. Instead I spent the appointment making small talk while checking off the apparently overdue papsmear from my chart.
I did mention that my incision had gotten some more red spots and that I thought perhaps it was hair growth issues. The only problem with that was that by the Friday that I went in, those spots had pretty much healed themselves and I pretty much just looked like an idiot saying anything about it when everything right then and there looked fine. My very kind OB looked extremely uncomfortable as he suggested that if it was bothering me I could pack some gauze over it as especially as the weather got warmer the area could be getting irritated. His discomfort was justified as it is probably not every day that a guy would try to get away with telling a postpartum woman that her belly looks like a walrus butt and the fact that it is hanging there could be irritating the underside of the skin. Thankfully that is not the issue (the irritation, not the walrus part, that’s still true) but I don’t blame him for trying to come up with something to placate me since my real issue must’ve sounded pretty left field for him as there was no longer any redness where I was claiming it to be.
If you missed going out with me on Friday night, rest assured that there was only a very small party because only one friend was able to make it out for the night. We opted to not actually go out afterall as she had a little one and it was just the two of us. Instead I went over to their place and got to see aborable little Evan (http://morrisonbaby.wordpress.com) and play some Rock Band with her and her husband. Thank you Jeanette for a very fun night! I’m still looking to put something together though – I’m thinking a night when we can maybe meet up at a coffee place with some games and play and chat there.
As for the boys – it’s been awhile since I’ve heard much (ahem, guys, pictures? As if you’re busy or something over there…) but what I did hear last was that they were well over 8 pounds back on the 17th. At that rate, it is possible that they were over 9 pounds by their due date and, um, it is a good thing I wasn’t still pregnant with them! I also can’t tell who is who in the pictures that J sent a few weeks ago as they are getting closer in weight. J said their temperament is still very different so in person it is still much easier to tell.
My hunt for a new intended parent to carry for has not had any finds as of yet. I’m learning that it is very difficult to really get the word out as even with good friends it is hard to go up to them and say “Hey, any fertility problems that you haven’t felt the urge to share with me?” I haven’t been hit yet either so the people that I have mentioned anything to must not have been terrifbly offended, or the fake glasses I was wearing hoping no one would whack a 4-eyes worked.
On Thursday this week we have the orientation to PACT for our kids. Yep, our kids, as in both. Gavin got into PACT as well. (There were 9 open spots and 8 siblings on the list of 200 kids wanting to get into 5th grade so as a ‘sibling’ now it turned out to have been a sure thing.) I had a difficult choice to make with his acceptance. Put him into yet ANOTHER new school for the 2nd year in a row and hope that the smaller school and consistancy all the way to 12th grade would make for a better school for him or leave him in the school he is in now to not shake him all up again. Even though as people I’ve really liked the teachers he has had at his current school, the school as a whole drives me a bit insane. I’m not really sure why as other than the nurse they’ve all been very nice to me. I think the principal is actually afraid of me as she goes way out of her way to sooth anything she can. I get the distinct impression I’m being dealt with as something extremely flamable – which in the case with Gavin and his school is probably a pretty accurate assessment. Any ‘good school’ thoughts you can send towards having a great orientation with the kids would be greatly appriciated. I’m really hoping Gavin makes a friend with some of the other new kids that will be there.