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The New Normal

Here is a quick overview of what I cover in today's long rambling post:
*Running into an ex-boyfriend 
*Finding a correlation between visiting the dentist and my OBGYN
*My new BFF's are in their 60's
*Celebrating Valentine's Day with hubby
*Empathy for hard working mommies
*Michelle Obama and her take on breastfeeding  

--Ya I might have a hint of ADHD today.  
Here we go......

I think we have all experience this moment: Hairs a mess, no make-up, half asleep…and BAM you run into the last person you would want to see like that.   Perfect. 

Well this morning I am walking into the gym, looking a hot mess, and get greeted with a familiar voice that says, “Hey Fatty”.  Who is it but my ex-boyfriend from freshman year of high school?  Yippie.  Luckily, I have an excuse for looking like a fatty so I choose not to get violent despite what my raging hormones told me to do.  I’m telling you this as a fair warning—the next person who comments on my body’s shape in a negative way may find themselves with a black eye.  Thank you very much!

And if my doctor happens to read this, I am currently enjoying a bowl of green beans….yummy

Going in for checkups has a similar feeling as to when I go to the dentist.   Without fail the dentist always asks how often I floss.  I can’t lie.  So I always shamefully admit, never.  I know, I know….gross.  I’m not a gross person.  I brush my teeth, use mouth wash…but I always skip the flossing step.  It makes my gums bleed.  The dentist always tells me that this is something that will pass if I continue to floss—but there is something about making my mouth bleed first thing in the morning that I just cannot do.   Anyways, back to my point, there is always a similar moment at my checkups.  This time I could tell it was coming from a mile away.

The nurse pointed at something on the computer screen (my chart).  He cleared his throat, glanced at me, and then glanced at the screen again.  Then a moment of silence.  I quietly asked (but without question)…”my weight.”  He chuckled and then explained, “You know, during pregnancy, the extra weight you gain is always around your rear and hips and that is the hardest weight to lose. “  UGHH!  FINE, no more baking cookies and muffins and eating my every craving.  Boo.  So far, I’ve done fairly well as I started tracking my calories and started making some better choices.  I’ve also been going to the pool nearly every day.  Made a few new friends at the pool.  I’m like one of the girls in the 60 and up club.  We have a good time. 

Well…as many of you know and celebrated; yesterday was Valentine’s Day.  Ian and I celebrated our Valentine’s Day on Saturday as we both have to work all day Monday.  We went to On the Border and it was amazing.  Then we went to target to buy some M&M’s for our movie.  I got peanut M&M’s because they are my favorite, and Ian got pretzel M&M’s.  We saw “Just Go With It”.  It was cute and corny like all Adam Sandler movies (which happens to also be one of my favorite actors.)  I had such an amazing time.  Our dates with just the two of us are numbered, so with this in mind, it kind of feels like we are giddy dating teenagers again. 

I worked for the first time in a long time yesterday (Valentine’s Day).  I subbed as a paraprofessional and was totally exhausted by the end of my day.  I forgot what it felt like to be on my feet all day long. Note to self:  flats are not pregnancy friendly.  After subbing, I picked up a kiddo that I babysit as I am watching him for a few nights while his mom is out of town on business.  I got a taste of what it feels like to be an exhausted working mother!  Especially when I was getting up at 3 a.m. trying to explain why it was not an appropriate time to watch cartoons.  I even disconnected the dvd player to help with the temptation but an hour later he had the dvd player hooked up and his cartoons blaring…again.  I went in and explained that he needed sleep for school and he finally grumbled and went back to sleep.  It was no surprise that when 6 a.m. rolled around he had no interest in getting out of bed.  Luckily he eventually did and we got ready in time for the bus.  We always have a good time though. 

I think I am having one of those: “find anything to do other than what I need to get done days.”  I have been up and going since 6 a.m. and I still have so much that needs to be done around the house.  I’ll get it all done, plus have dinner cooked before Ian gets home this evening—I’ll just have to shift into overdrive.   Oh my point, so I was wasting time reading stuff on the internet and came across an interesting articles.  I came across an article about Michelle Obama's promotion of breastfeeding.  Now, I don't really care to get into my view of politics at this particular time, but we will just say I am usually a bit of a critic when it comes to our current governments foreign and domestic policies.  To each their own opinion.  Anyways, Michelle Obama has been promoting breastfeeding as it has been linked to lower obesity rates.  Basically the article stated that medical supplies that aid breastfeeding (for example breast pumps) can now be claimed as a deductible.  This movement is also pressuring work places to better support nursing mothers so women can continue to breastfeed even after returning to work.  I think this is fantastic!  I know anything that has to do with motherhood is always up for debate, but I do like that things are being done to better support women in whatever decision they make about feeding their child.  I haven't read too much more into it, but I would be interested to read about some other perspectives on this subject.  From one woman to another, I have to respect what Michelle Obama is trying to accomplish.  Perhaps a distraction from the many other crappy policies?  Who knows...

If you actually read my entire post, I have to congratulate you.  I know that was a bunch of random stuff.  I hope everyone is enjoying their Tuesday--But it is time for me to get busy cleaning house, folding laundry, etc. etc. so I can enjoy my husbands company this evening without distraction.  Hopefully catch up on House since we opted to watch Pretty Little Liars and the devastating KU game instead last night.  You have to give props to a guy that will watch chick flicks for a girl.  ; ) 


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