She looked at me and said, “You b!tch” after I told my friend I only had five more pounds to loose. Yes, I said a friend. My doctor has cleared me to get back to normal life, as long as I have the energy and a baby sitter. To me, that means bike here I come!
It has been once month since Nathaniel has been born and most of the time I am crazy happy. Sleepy, but happy. Sure, I may have put a couple diapers on backward. But to my defense, it was two o’clock in the morning, on the second night of having a new baby. Not only that, Nate is a wiggle worm and kicks like crazy for diaper changes.
My motherly scenses have kicked up a notch and I can smell diaper changes even when Nate is wrapped in his swaddle and fully clothed. I can also identify Jon and Joe’s footsteps as each wakes and walks down the stairs. I have become more in tune with a facial grimice saying my stomach doesn’t feel so good.
Awe, the joys of mother hood.
Did I already say I can get back on my bike? Should I confess that I never really was off my cruiser bike? Over ten years of bike experience gives me the comfort to say that, but not to my doctor.