It's been a year since I started with P90X3. I actually gained weight from that program. Not happy with that, but then I found out why I might not have lost weight...
I got pregnant! Yayyy!!!
We had been trying-ish to have another baby. It was more of a "yeah, okay, we should have another kid now" not a "omg I'm ovulating at exactly this time, you have to take the day off and your mom needs to watch the toddler so we can do it like rabbits, scientifically, to achieve conception!!!!" ...no...
in fact, we did nothing. ...okay, I held my legs in the air once, just as a joke... it worked?
I danced when the second line showed up on that pee stick! I was sooooo excited! ...yet... I had just finished my first 90 days for the P90stuff, and I was a month in to another round when we found out we were pregnant again. And then I slept the summer away, because building a baby is TIRING!
And I had already started weaning my daughter, she was down to about 2 feeds a day from my boobs. She was completely weaned by the next week... which, I miss. I miss breastfeeding my daughter. But at the time, ohhhhh... I was SO DONE! I started to feel disgusting every time she nursed, I kept praying that she would hurry up her feed. So I began replacing her feeds with cups of cow's milk... ugh. But, it took about 6 months to be fully weaned... and our last couple of sessions were beautiful. (Actually, I think I remember the last one being horrible.) A Saturday night when my husband had friends over, I curled up in our bed with our daughter and snuggled her and fed her. And we were happy. I wish I'd had a picture.
Being pregnant in the fall... I would sit naked in the living room cuz my skin was just DONE with clothing. And my daughter would come up to me and try to nurse... she'd grab my boob like a hamburger and open her mouth in a wide smile and look at me like she was playing... and then I'd cover up my boobs lol.
The new baby was born at the beginning of February, just barely a year after starting P90X3. My son nurses like a champ, and I don't hate nursing right now... aside from his horrible latch (lip and tongue ties) and my engorgement... I've been tempted a couple of times to pop a boob in my daughter's mouth, too. We had an incident where she got a hold of a razor (a safety one you shave your legs with, right?) and tried shaving her leg like momma does... but she cut a hunk of her finger half-way off and sliced her knee up a little bit. (The finger was just the fatty part of her finger, just below a knuckle on the palm-side. Like she'd grasped the razor's head first and then turned it to "shave") ...my stomach is turning just thinking about it. I was so upset, she was hurting and it was kind of my fault, and she was bleeding and crying and all I wanted to do was boob her and hold her. But daddy was holding her and tried to stop the bleeding... I got a stiptick pen out (ouch, yeah) and that helped a lot, but it hurt her more. ... She's fully healed now, her finger has a little pink spot on it where the cut was. And she still calls it a boo-boo.
Anyway, enough of this chit-chat... I've been doing some "light" yoga, and I think I'll keep up with that to rebuild my strength and hopefully lose some weight. I think I'm about 210 right now.
This house is going to be eating a lot healthier too... doesn't help, though, that my husband just came home with Doritos ... light snacks, right?
We need to eat more veggies!! WOO!
