2013 has arrived with little fanfare around here. With a 7 week old in the house, there was no reason to stay up until midnight since I knew I'd be up shortly after to feed the baby anyway.
This probably sounds stupid, but I'm realizing how much more complicated having a little one makes life. Even if Dad is watching him for the day, I have to feed him and pump another bottle before I leave. Or like yesterday, I worked a few hours then went to the gym and had to pump in the locker room before working out. There is a distinct possibility that I will have to pump in T2 for the Kansas 70.3 before starting the run. Won't that be interesting.
Besides that, scheduling things in general is tough. John and I both need some "me" time for our general well-being and sanity and we also need some couple time, too. Right now both are hard to come by.
Then there is the fact that it's hard to put in a good workout, or any workout, after a rough night. Last night I was up 3 times and never got more than 2.5 hours of sleep at a time. And Winston had a rough day today. So I didn't work out, I didn't eat lunch until 4:30 pm and my biggest accomplishment was not feeding the baby to hungry crocodiles. Trust me, I thought about it.
I guess the whole point is that I probably need to dial my expectations back. Maybe fitting back into all of my pre-pregnancy pants by June will have to be enough.
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