I am feeling quite chipper right now...
I wrote on a friend's facebook wall today to congratulate her (her daughter rather) on sitting up. I said something like, "that's awesome...Evan still doesn't even want to roll over yet." Nathan rolled over so early (at two months) I feel like Evan is behind (even though he's not).
Only then he did it for me an hour later!
I totally missed it...Nathan and I were baking cookies in the kitchen, and I had set Evan down on his tummy with three toys in front of him. He was awfully quiet, so I looked out to the family room about 10 minutes later and there he was, on his back, all happy, sucking his thumb. I was like, "did you roll over?!" I was so excited. I even sat there for awhile second guessing myself...did I put him that way? Am I sure I put him on his tummy...maybe I didn't...but I totally remember setting him that way and putting toys in front him and saying something like, "work on your crawling now bud....".
Then, on another note, and I have been meaning to share this for awhile, just in case there is anyone out there like me, I hit a milestone on my jogging today.
Two miles: Twenty minutes, 25 seconds. Personal best ever!
I have been exercising since September 1st, the day of my post partum checkup. I would jog three times a week (MWF), and walk with Evan two miles a week (T,R), and have weekends off.
I really hate jogging on the treadmill. But I really wanted to be able to do a 10 minute mile...it is just something I think everyone should be able to do. After about a month, I could do a 10 minute mile. I was excited...but then, I seem to hit a wall.
You know. THE WALL.
I would try to go farther, or faster, and no matter what, about 11 minutes, or 12 minutes, I wouldn't be able to....I started to get frustrated with the entire thing in November.
Then, the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, we had a nurse come to our house to do insurance physicals. Everything of mine was normal...but when she checked out my husband, his resting pulse was amazing...she goes, "you are a runner or something, aren't you?" It made me mad. Here I was, working really hard (or so I thought), and she couldn't tell. Nevermind my weight was lower than my pre-pregnancy weight that day, I was still not really in shape.
After she left, Chris went to work and I went upstairs and pouted. And then I got mad. So I hauled my butt down to the treadmill and I kicked my ass.
I know my problem most of the time is mental. And that's what I needed. That day I did two miles in 23 minutes, 50 some seconds. It sucked. It hurt. I was soaked. I hated it.
But I was proud afterwards.
Since then I have been working on not being so hard on myself...focusing more on distance than time, and not giving myself a hard time if I walk for a bit, jog for a bit, walk for a bit.
Last week I did two miles in 21 minutes, 10 seconds.
Sometimes it is really hard. On Monday, the first day I worked, I came home and tried to jog. I could only go for 13 minutes. At first I was angry at myself...but then I was like, "hey, 13 minutes after working all day? that's awesome for you."
On Thursday, I didn't feel like running. I didn't feel good. I had a headache. I felt icky. I jogged for three minutes and quit. Mentally, it wasn't going to happen. I didn't let it bother me. I said, "you'll do better next time..."
And that time was today. And I did.
Now hand me the Christmas cookies please....i deserve one!