By now we're coming up on the magical 3 month mark. I say magical because so many people have reassured me that things get better by 3 months. I've been skeptical but recent events have me thinking they might be right.
For starters, I signed up for a yoga class that meets once a week. It's a beginning class and once I finish the series, I can drop in to other classes that meet at different times. My first class was last week. Is it okay to say that my favorite part of the class is the last 5 minutes when we lie down and close our eyes? Definitely worth the money. I've never really done yoga before preferring pi.lates. I debated jumping right back into pi.lates but I'm glad I am taking it easier with yoga. Last weeks class made me realize how my body has physically suffered because of the pregnancy. Thanks to the bar exam, the first half of my pregnancy was spent on my ass studying in the library. Thanks to bed rest, the last half of my pregnancy was spent on my ass watching tv. Not much chance to get any exercise and my thighs quickly deteriorated into a jiggly mass of cellulite. New parenthood has also been more physically demanding than I anticipated. I'm constantly getting up and down, never sitting still for long. There's always a baby to interact with, feed, change, etc. And when not doing all of that, there's bottles to wash (oh, to have a dishwasher would be heavenly!), formula to prep, and diapers to be retrieved from the stash in the basement. My joints only recently stopped aching. So taking this yoga class felt a bit like my body was reemerging from its pregnant state. It was finally being asked to do something unrelated to gestating or parenting. It felt good. Well, until one pose had my boobs being squished. Since I am still attempting breastfeeding, they are a wee bit sore and did not like being squished.
This weekend, I made dinner. I know, pretty wild and crazy. Not only did I make dinner, but J and I ate it together without a symphony of crying babies. I have the vague notion that we used to do something like that pretty regularly. It was delightful. I'm hoping it's something we can do again one of these days.
Very slowly, I'm feel like the fog is lifting. Don't get me wrong, I'm still exhausted and overwhelmed by the needs of my babies. My mom is still here everyday that J is at work so I'm rarely alone with them. But I think it's becoming slightly more manageable and that's a good thing. Hopefully this feeling will also translate into more regular posts. Hopefully.