Baby steps...

So, the breasts are still a mess. I talked to my mom today and apparently three weeks of ground glass breast pain is "pager worthy". I got ahold of my Midwives (who I worship like the magical goddesses they are) and tomorrow I start two weeks of meds for this icky stuff. I think my boobs feel a little better tonight just knowing help is on the way. The funniest part of the whole thing had to be when I told her I had been hurting for three weeks and the Queen of the midwives (the toughest, smartest, sorta socially awkwardest) said "oh Honey! That sounds horrible!". And then went on to lament lactation consultants who try to treat systemic yeast with "boiling things and topical creams! It drives me crazy!" It made me laugh.

So, this morning after a totally wild night on the part of the starfish, I pried myself from bed just about the time she decided to nap. I got a wild hair and set to work with phase one of baby-proofing. In this phase you have to purge some shit and move some other shit and make space for things you don't want in the baby's paws or mouth in other rooms while trying to maintain some semblance of "adultness" about the house. I have begun this process in the most predictable way. I found some free furniture on the side of the road. No? Not predictable? Huh. Anyway, I was out running with tiny and this guy was just putting this cool old dry sink out with a free sign on it. I told him I wanted it and boggied home to get the Jeep. This piece is ideal because it has doors and is thus babyproofable. It has replaced an open book case that was our ever cluttered front door catchall. Today I cleared out the bookshelf and yadda yadda yadda moved a ton of stuff to better homes and tossed a big box of crap. It felt soooo good! I have been following the tumblr "unfuck your habitat" and it is all about tiny steps to help us mere mortals live less messy, chaotic lives. It recommends 20 minute cleaning flurries and simple daily tasks to help avoid the overwhelming super cleans. All morning I just kept telling G "I just want to finish unfucking the front room, the baby room, the kitchen, the WORLD!!". I was on a roll! It was amazing. I am happily sitting in the living room (not totally unfucked yet but waay better) enjoying a cocktail feeling pretty good about life.

After "The Great Unfucking" as I will be referring to it, we went hiking. We did a 5mile hike in the beautiful woods downtown. Starfish was quite happy to ride in the backpack and we kept up a hearty pace up and back. It felt awesome. There is a big part of me that feels like being pregnant was such a cardiovascular demand that I never really stopped working out. I swam and hiked and ran for the first half too. I didn't really slow down until after R was born. In fact, the day I went into labor I swam in the morning. It was more about managing the swelling but I swam for 45 minutes none the less. Thats right, I was a giant swollen tough girl. :)

Anyway, my point is that my recent workouts have been much easier than expected. Pushing the jogger is fun AND leads me to better posture making my back much less sore. But best of all, it makes working out something I can do with tiny. I was so afraid that I would be too lazy or weak to be one of those women who worked out after baby. Well, this girl is a smaller, less swollen, flabbier version of the badass mentioned above and she IS totally the kind of mom who runs long distances with a kiddo in the jogger! I meant what I said about making a serious effort to be a positive body image role model for my daughter and well, it isn't going to happen on its own. So tomorrow is another day, full of things to do and spaces to baby-proof but happily it will start with an early morning run. One foot in front of the other.