Yesterday I didn’t run. I wanted to, but I just had too many other things to do. I did a little bit of core, rode my cruiser a whole mile to the office and back, then did a short session of plyometrics. Hoo boy. Post partum plyometrics, let me tell you what. Nothing quite so fun as trying to jump around and be bouncy and stuff when I feel very UN-springy. Yikes.
Although my running mileage isn’t adding up to any kind of high number this week, I did get away from the house for a nice 2 hour ride at Umstead. I felt good, although I really need to get that adjustable stem removed and the original stem put back on. Riding gravel trails with a stem that has a millimeter or two of travel isn’t the best thing ever for front end maneuvers.
Anyway. About the baby. He’s still eating a ton and the output is matching the input. I was at an informational meeting tonight about a new elite tri team in the area for a couple hours. I get back and Gary’s folding laundry with a happy baby nearby in the bouncy chair. Gary gives me a look that tells me all wasn’t so peaceful on the home front as it appeared. Apparently, he had 5 poopy diapers and a couple of feeds while I was away. That’s a lot of activity for 120 minutes. Whew.
Oh yeah- don’t you always *hope* that baby will be ok while you’re gone? I always rush home from wherever I am in hopes that Moana has been sleeping peacefully so I don’t feel so guilty about being away. Funny how as moms we feel like we should be the ones to handle all their fussy periods even though dad is fully capable and probably really should experience some of it for himself…
5 poopy diapers in 2 hours? That’s some impressive work and must be some kind of record.
Actually, I don’t feel any guilt or sense of responsibility that I should be on point when Remy’s more difficult. Gary and I are partners in this and we both should experience the full range of parenting joys and frustrations. I happen to be the primary breadwinner anyway, so Gary’s to be Mr. Mom as I ramp my work hours back up. It will be hard to find that right balance of work, parenting and training, but I’m up for the challenge.
I think Gary might have exaggerated a tad with the 5 poopy diaper comment, but I don’t doubt he spent a LOT of time at the changing table.