Well, I've been scarce for a while (you can say that again!)
The good news is that I did not entirely fall off the fitness wagon during my Spark hiatus. I gained a total of 15 pounds during my pregnancy (woo!). Unfortunately, I began battling with postpartum depression due to my inability to breastfeed. I struggled with exclusive pumping for over a month until... well, I won't go too deeply into it. It's still intensely painful to me, and I'm trying to move past that.
While I still feel myself to be dealing with a moderate case of PPD, it's become a good deal more manageable and I've decided that getting back into fitness will help my cause. I was down to +4 lbs right after birth, but I rocketed back up to +12.5 lbs during the month and a half of stress and eating, essentially, pure sugar in an attempt to replace sleep.
My first goal is to lose the 12.5 lbs of remaining baby weight. Following that, I'd like to get to 220 by January 1st, 2012. That would be my 100 lbs lost mark! It's ambitious but possible.
Alright. Having gotten my obligatory fitness progress report and goals in, time to do what I really want to do and spam you with a few pictures of my son!
Sebastian (Bastian) Jack was born on July 29th at 12:03 am. The 29th was his due date! Three minutes earlier and he would have missed his due date. He's a very punctual child. :)
My labor was 12 and a half hours long with contractions for 8 of those hours. My water broke in the mid-morning. I did have to go to the hospital immediately because an earlier appointment had shown he wasn't positioned properly. Happily, he came down in just the right place and a few hours later my contractions began. My labor was 100% natural with no pain medication before, during , or after save for an local to repair some tearing. I was floored that I didn't find myself needing anything after the fact despite a tear! Endorphins are truly powerful things.
Bastian came out wide eyed and alert, scoring the highest marks possible on the German version of the Apgar score. My first act as a mother (besides cracking a few jokes about the hematoma on his head) was to sing him Lennon's Beautiful Boy.
And he is.