Running Mama Yogi

So I've been back to work for a full month, and boy! It sure feels like a year of this routine already. Not only did I return to work, but my husband started on a second shift position. Enter our crazy work week schedule and a total of 50 minutes during the week where we get to actually see one another (there's a 10 minute gap between when I get home and he leaves for work; longer if I can get home earlier). I work an adjusted schedule, going into work at 6:30am and leaving by 2:30pm. Hubby gets home at midnight, and depending on Z's feeding wake time, sometimes I see him then. I do usually get a kiss or pat when he gets into bed, which is sweet and I enjoy. I miss watching Z's milestones, particularly the little changes in her day in and day out. I also admit, I was slightly jealous at first, of her newfound attachment to my hubby when I would arrive home. I quickly got over this, and I'm so happy that they get this special connection and all of this great time to...

Everyone who knew me, even as an acquaintance, knew I was someone who multitasked to get chores, tasks, deliverables, etc. done. I would fly around doing things so that everyone and everything had this that or the other thing. This left little time for me to take care of myself and just slow down to enjoy the little moments. I was sane enough to not be consumed by tasks when something big and important was going on, and i would put my full attention towards that experience. However, my personality meant that instead of snuggling with my husband on the couch, I would make sure that last load of laundry got some because it just mattered so darn much of he had enough boxers for the week (hint: he's a guy. I cared about this way more than he did). One of the things that changed (with a few reminders from my awesome family) after Z came is that this desire to get everything done;  to have the perfectly manicured lawn/garden; to have a spotless house - went away. It became blindingly cl...

My first post was a little heavy, I realize, and it also didn't delve into the full pain and healing I experienced...that will come and go throughout my posts. I did feel that you, the reader, needed to understand where I have been in order to appreciate what I will be sharing with you going forward. As I write this, our squirmy, happy, sweet baby girl is playing with a favorite book on my lap. It truly is a miracle and an amazing, indescribable feeling of love to be a mother. I was fortunate enough to have an extremely easy and fun pregnancy with our Z. I experienced no complications and only really had complaints towards the last few weeks because of loose ligaments and inability to sleep the whole night through (couldn't get comfortable and peeing every few hours). Some of the highlights which attributed to my easy pregnancy were... ...having been in the best physical shape of my life the year leading up to conceiving Z. For physical activity, I was an avid runner, avid ...

Our daughter turned three months yesterday, which is so hard to believe. Being a mother is more than I ever imagined it would be. Before Z joined the world, I felt as though a piece of me were missing; as though there were some hole in my soul. Since her birth, that hole is no more - in fact, I feel fuller than I ever have in my entire life.  Last February, I found out we were expecting. I was over the moon ecstatic about this new life that was forming inside of me. I had a bit of morning sickness and I didn't feel quite right, but chalked that up to typical early pregnancy (I'd never been pregnant before!). Then one morning at work, just a little after 8am, I was taking my potty break (I was drinking a lot of water to help this little baby grow as healthy as possible) when I saw blood in my underwear. I quickly tried to rationalize to myself that this was just spotting, which I read (after some internet searching) is sometimes typical. However, the part of me that is a hyp...