1. Sleep
BabyBear has been sleeping better. She is napping at least once a day for a solid hour and waking me up just once each night. If I bring her into our bed when Tom heads to work, she'll even drift back to sleep until 8 am. Decadence, pure decadence, I tell you.
I must confess that I let BB "cry it out" for 10 whole minutes yesterday. She was miserable and wouldn't nap, despite rubbing her eyes constantly and giving me this "why won't you let me sleep" look. After 10 minutes of wailing, I rushed into her room, scooped her up apologetically and swore to never abandon her again. In return, she threw up all over me. There was puke in my hair, on my clothes, and - wait for it - in my mouth. Fabulous.
2. Running
BB encouraged me through 4 miles of run/walk shuffling this morning, bringing our mother-daughter mileage to 26 miles in the past week. While Paula Radcliffe runs her marathons in 2:15, I prefer to spread 26-mile efforts out over an entire week.
3. Functioning
I don't know if other moms hit their stride around the 4-month mark, but I think I'm starting to function again. I feel like I'm walking among the living and doing things that normal 33-year women do. I'm paying bills. I talk to myself less (technically, I'm talking to the baby, but it must look like I'm talking to myself). I even washed my kitchen floor last night in a fit of domestic productivity.
Next up...who knows? I'm exhausted by the aforementioned. Maybe I'll trim the ivy that has started to envelop my house. It will be nice to see out the front windows again.
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