I am now the proud parent of a beautiful week-old baby boy :) He's sleeping on Daddy's lap right now (thank goodness for 10 days paternity leave plus the Presidents' Day holiday), so let me give a brief update. Let's go back to last week...
Pretty typical week...no real news at Monday's doctor appointment, so we went to see a show with one of my husband's friends. Afterwards, my husband and I went out to eat and went to the mall. Even though all we bought were some jeans for him, it was good to get some exercise walking around. Tuesday and Wednesday were ordinary days as well. Wednesday I made a fiesta of vegetarian Mexican foods...bean burritos, tofu and black bean enchiladas, and tofu breakfast burritos. I was on my feet for a while, chopping vegetables, but I didn't know when I would be up to doing that again, and wanted to have a lot of leftovers. My husband laughed when he came home and found me wearing an apron, chopping veggies in the kitchen. It was a big change from when we first got married and he did most of the cooking.
Thursday started out pretty ordinary. I went grocery shopping Thursday afternoon, and returned from the store right after my husband got home from work, so he could help me bring in the groceries. We had leftover Mexican food from Wednesday, and I went to dance class. I knew I didn't have a whole lot of energy anymore, and by this time, I was past the due date determined by a first trimester ultrasound (I was convinced I wasn't really due until the weekend), so I just wore a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. There was an uneven number for the ceili dance, so I joined in, but oh my, it was the worst I'd ever danced. No pep in my step- I was not so much hopping as walking through, and I even got on the wrong foot because I wasn't moving my feet fast enough. Oh well, no one really minded except for me. The rest of the class I just watched and talked to people (good thing about our class is no one really cares if you are off to the side chatting), and "learned" a new reel step just by watching and writing it down. I already have 2 reel steps, but I think this one will be more suited to my style than the one reel step I'd previously learned. I went home about 9:15 pm and stopped for gas on the way home. Back at my apartment, I sat in the car for a bit to chat with a friend on the phone who had called me during dance (cell reception is terrible in the apartment, but the call doesn't drop if you sit in the car). Shortly after 10 pm, I headed inside my apartment, and the typical evening continued. When my husband went to bed, I laid down next to him and was surfing Facebook on my phone, debating on whether to eat a snack and order some shoes that were on the Toms surprise sale until midnight. I never got the snack or shoes, though. Suddenly, between 11:40 and 11:45 pm, my water broke! I woke up my husband, we grabbed the bags we'd packed and a few last-minute items (phone, wallet, hairbrush, towel for the seat, etc.) and made our way to the hospital. Things progressed very quickly over the next few hours and my little boy was born, 8 lbs, 1.6 oz, at 10:15 Friday morning.
So now the craziness begins. Between the sleep deprivation, trying to figure out eating/sleep schedules, and the soreness of trying to heal from the 2 hours of pushing that brought my little one into the world, there's probably not going to be many new recipes tried in the near future. As much as I love running and dance, I don't even want to think about running, hopping, skipping, or jumping anytime soon. For now, I take it easy and try to heal and enjoy the time with my little one :)
Pretty typical week...no real news at Monday's doctor appointment, so we went to see a show with one of my husband's friends. Afterwards, my husband and I went out to eat and went to the mall. Even though all we bought were some jeans for him, it was good to get some exercise walking around. Tuesday and Wednesday were ordinary days as well. Wednesday I made a fiesta of vegetarian Mexican foods...bean burritos, tofu and black bean enchiladas, and tofu breakfast burritos. I was on my feet for a while, chopping vegetables, but I didn't know when I would be up to doing that again, and wanted to have a lot of leftovers. My husband laughed when he came home and found me wearing an apron, chopping veggies in the kitchen. It was a big change from when we first got married and he did most of the cooking.
Thursday started out pretty ordinary. I went grocery shopping Thursday afternoon, and returned from the store right after my husband got home from work, so he could help me bring in the groceries. We had leftover Mexican food from Wednesday, and I went to dance class. I knew I didn't have a whole lot of energy anymore, and by this time, I was past the due date determined by a first trimester ultrasound (I was convinced I wasn't really due until the weekend), so I just wore a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. There was an uneven number for the ceili dance, so I joined in, but oh my, it was the worst I'd ever danced. No pep in my step- I was not so much hopping as walking through, and I even got on the wrong foot because I wasn't moving my feet fast enough. Oh well, no one really minded except for me. The rest of the class I just watched and talked to people (good thing about our class is no one really cares if you are off to the side chatting), and "learned" a new reel step just by watching and writing it down. I already have 2 reel steps, but I think this one will be more suited to my style than the one reel step I'd previously learned. I went home about 9:15 pm and stopped for gas on the way home. Back at my apartment, I sat in the car for a bit to chat with a friend on the phone who had called me during dance (cell reception is terrible in the apartment, but the call doesn't drop if you sit in the car). Shortly after 10 pm, I headed inside my apartment, and the typical evening continued. When my husband went to bed, I laid down next to him and was surfing Facebook on my phone, debating on whether to eat a snack and order some shoes that were on the Toms surprise sale until midnight. I never got the snack or shoes, though. Suddenly, between 11:40 and 11:45 pm, my water broke! I woke up my husband, we grabbed the bags we'd packed and a few last-minute items (phone, wallet, hairbrush, towel for the seat, etc.) and made our way to the hospital. Things progressed very quickly over the next few hours and my little boy was born, 8 lbs, 1.6 oz, at 10:15 Friday morning.
So now the craziness begins. Between the sleep deprivation, trying to figure out eating/sleep schedules, and the soreness of trying to heal from the 2 hours of pushing that brought my little one into the world, there's probably not going to be many new recipes tried in the near future. As much as I love running and dance, I don't even want to think about running, hopping, skipping, or jumping anytime soon. For now, I take it easy and try to heal and enjoy the time with my little one :)
Congrats!!!
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