The weekend of April 21st was a big one for Johan and his Mummy. With the little man six weeks old, Mum decided it was time to start exercising again. (That's to say, do something a bit more strenuous than the strolls we take around the neighbourhood most days).
On Saturday, I went for my first run and surprised myself by running for close to half an hour. (Well, running may be an exaggeration; it was more of a slow jog). On Sunday, Sven and I followed up with a big outing: Sven took Johan in our new jogging stroller (a great find at a community garage sale), while I headed into the hills on my road bike for a parkway loop. An hour later, I was back, and Johan was sleeping away as Sven pushed him along. It was a great success, and I realized I needn't have worried about him waking up hungry with no boob in sight!
The outing was so successful, in fact, that I went and bought myself a new road bike two days later. (Long overdue -- the one I had was approximately 20 years old, as I think it had been a 13th birthday present... so it was a little worse for wear).
I bought my bike, a Norco CRD, from my favourite bike store, Fresh Air Experience! I am delighted that they are continuing to support me this year and am really looking forward to finding a bit of time to get back in shape and wearing their jersey in the Fortune races this summer. I hope to get out training a few times on my new steed before the first mountain bike race of the season comes around (it's on May 30th, AAAH!).
I think it will be pretty tough, hauling my somewhat bigger ass (and definitely bigger boobs) up the big climbs, but it should be fun anyway, especially if Johan comes out to cheer me along. (And, on the bright side, being bigger should help me go faster on the downhills, right?)
One thing that should make finding the time to exercise a bit easier: my new breast pump! Yep, this week, Johan took his first bottle from Dad. As Sven and I observed as little mister happily slurped his dinner down, it seems like our son doesn't care who gives him his food, as long as he gets it on time!
So, with this new contraption in my life, I can hand off Johan for a few hours without worrying about him getting hungry.
It's nice to find a bit of freedom... now if I can just make sure I find the energy to exercise regularly...
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
The insane ramblings of sleep-deprived Andrea
If it wasn't enough that I get cranky if I don't have a nap every day (Sven would happily testify to my late afternoon mood swings), I also tend to say odd things to my husband when I wake up in the middle of the night to check on or feed Johan.
For the first week or so after he was born, I would wake up and whisper frantically and loudly to Sven, "WHERE'S THE BABY?" Sven would wake up, look panicked for a minute, then realize his wife was temporarily insane, and invariably answer me, "Right next to you in the cradle!"
I think that I did this because my last memory before going to sleep would be of feeding Johan as I sat up in bed. So when I would wake up several hours later, clutching a pillow in my arms, in my sleep-deprived state, I would think that I had fallen asleep, lost the baby under the duvet, and smothered him.
Once I had done that for a week or two, I came up with new and more interesting things to say when I woke up. One time, Sven and I forgot to set the alarm for him to get up to go to work. Sven nonetheless managed to get up and leave, and gave me a quick kiss as he headed out. I must have internalized the fact that he got up late, because I woke up half an hour later with Johan next to me on the bed, and not realizing that it was my baby, rather than my husband next to me, I proceeded to shake Johan's shoulders and call out to him, "You're late for work, get up!" Poor little guy, he had no idea what I was talking about!
Then, at 5:30 this morning, I had another moment of insanity. As I woke up to the sound of Johan stirring, I opened my eyes, expecting to gaze down into the cradle. But I was facing the wrong way, so I gazed at my husband instead. He is a bit bigger than the little man I was expecting to see, so what to I do? Scream! Not a bloodcurdling scream, mind you, but still, it was loud enough. Sven, needless to say, jumped up and asked me what was wrong. I said, "Sorry, I thought you were Johan", rolled over and went back to sleep.
Poor guy!
For the first week or so after he was born, I would wake up and whisper frantically and loudly to Sven, "WHERE'S THE BABY?" Sven would wake up, look panicked for a minute, then realize his wife was temporarily insane, and invariably answer me, "Right next to you in the cradle!"
I think that I did this because my last memory before going to sleep would be of feeding Johan as I sat up in bed. So when I would wake up several hours later, clutching a pillow in my arms, in my sleep-deprived state, I would think that I had fallen asleep, lost the baby under the duvet, and smothered him.
Once I had done that for a week or two, I came up with new and more interesting things to say when I woke up. One time, Sven and I forgot to set the alarm for him to get up to go to work. Sven nonetheless managed to get up and leave, and gave me a quick kiss as he headed out. I must have internalized the fact that he got up late, because I woke up half an hour later with Johan next to me on the bed, and not realizing that it was my baby, rather than my husband next to me, I proceeded to shake Johan's shoulders and call out to him, "You're late for work, get up!" Poor little guy, he had no idea what I was talking about!
Then, at 5:30 this morning, I had another moment of insanity. As I woke up to the sound of Johan stirring, I opened my eyes, expecting to gaze down into the cradle. But I was facing the wrong way, so I gazed at my husband instead. He is a bit bigger than the little man I was expecting to see, so what to I do? Scream! Not a bloodcurdling scream, mind you, but still, it was loud enough. Sven, needless to say, jumped up and asked me what was wrong. I said, "Sorry, I thought you were Johan", rolled over and went back to sleep.
Poor guy!
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