Anna has been sleeping until 4:00 am the last couple of nights--which is absolutely wonderful, right?! Except, today is my first day back at work and my alarm was set for 5:00 am. So here I am, thinking I as going to be totally rushed this morning, and instead, the baby is fed, I've showered and eaten a quiet breakfast, and now I'm just waiting for Ella to wake up in about forty-five minutes. Perhaps I should try to work out tomorrow.
I should work out, not just to pass the time in a healthy way--but also because nothing fits! I made the mistake of waiting until the last minute yesterday afternoon to try on my work clothes, and had the following results:
# of pants that absolutely do not fit: 14
# of pants that barely button: 7 (including one that needs to go to the dry cleaner)
# of pants that flatter: 0
Eek! I admit it was a bit of a shock. When I sent a text with those results to my amazing colleague, she was kind to point out that I'm heading back to work four weeks earlier than I did with Ella. I know that I have lost some of the baby weight, but I still have a long way to go. Aside from a couple of easy runs here and there, I had been relying on Anna to help me with my "breastfeeding diet" (which really is synonymous with "eat whatever I want and let the baby suck it right out of me") the way that Ella did, but I have yet to reap the same rewards this time around. Like I said, perhaps I should try to work out tomorrow (or perhaps I should just face the reality that I'll need some bigger pants and do some online shopping instead).
I'm as prepped as I think I can be for the week. My mom is here to help us transition back into a new routine, and to give Anna one more week at home before going to daycare. She'll bring Anna in for me to feed her at lunch today, so I look forward to seeing both of them. I ran into a cross-campus colleague at the grocery store yesterday. She had her second child a month or so before Anna was born, and has been back to work for about a month now. She warned me that it was harder than she thought. Even now, as I write that, I can feel tears forming. I know I'll be okay--I know Anna and Ella and my husband will be okay too. We've been here before.
Today's blessing is having my husband offer to get up to help me out this morning. He has the day off, and I know that he loves to sleep. But climbing into bed last night, he offered to get up and help us out the door. Like I said, he loves to sleep, so this is a really big thing for him to make such an offer. It looks like I'll have plenty of time, but I do appreciate the thought.