It Takes A Village

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I am scheduled to return to the office tomorrow. As this realization washed over me yesterday, I became extremely sad. To boost my spirits I took Watson for a long walk, hoping that the adrenaline would keep the sadness from getting any worse.

The walk in itself didn’t accomplish the task. However, on our way home I saw a woman, hands full, who was clearly in conflict as she left her car. I called out to her and asked if she would like some help. She gave me a puzzled look and then accepted. I held a package for her as she retrieved her child from the back seat. She thanked me as she, again with her hands full, made her way to the house across the street.

Not only did this good deed make me feel better, but it reminded me of the African proverb that states, “It takes a village to raise a child.” Although I may be returning to the office full-time, I have a wonderful support system of family, friends, and colleagues who can help me navigate the day-to-day struggles of a career mom. I realize that asking for help on this journey isn’t so bad after all and am prepared to face tomorrow head on with an optimistic attitude. (However, I TOTALLY wouldn’t mind if this big storm comes through tonight and the university closes 😉 )

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The Sh!t No One Tells You: A Guide to Surviving Your Baby’s First Year

For generally being a Type A person, I’m not doing a lot of reading regarding my pregnancy. [Googling, on the other hand, is another story.]

I was looking through Amazon and this book came up as suggested reading. I figured that after many a conversation with female friends and co-workers regarding pregnancy and childbirth, I was adequately prepared for what lay ahead.  But before we get to my thoughts, let’s get some background on the book.

 

Sh-t No One Tells You

Summary (from Goodreads):
There comes a time in every new mother’s life when she finds herself staring at her screaming, smelly “bundle of joy” and wishing someone had told her that her house would reek of vomit, or that she shouldn’t buy the cute onesies with a thousand impossible buttons, or that she might cry more than the baby.

Best-selling humor author Dawn Dais, mother to a one-year-old and author of The Nonrunner’s Marathon Guide for Women, is convinced that there is a reason for this lack of preparedness. She believes that a vast conspiracy exists to hide the horrific truth about parenting from doe-eyed expectant mothers who might otherwise abandon their babies in hospitals and run for it. In The Sh!t No One Tells You, Dais tells it like it is, revealing what it’s really like to be a new parent and providing helpful insights, humor, and hope for those who feel overwhelmed by the exhausting trials they’re suddenly facing. Eschewing the adorableness that oozes out of other parenting books, Dais offers real advice from real moms—along with hilarious anecdotes, clever tips, and the genuine encouragement every mom needs in order to survive the first year of parenthood.

My Thoughts:
LOVED IT. I thought I had a pretty good handle (or at least a small understanding) of all things motherhood related (ha!), but this book proved me wrong. It was funny, yet informative  – often leaving me in giggles as I relayed pertinent information to the JA. From what to take home from the hospital (everything that’s not nailed down, apparently) to how to deal with postpartum depression, this book showcases a woman’s first year of motherhood via the lives of ‘seasoned vets.’ I have a feeling I’ll be re-reading it again closer to my due date and possibly even referring to it once Baby A+ is born.

Rating: 5 of out 5

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Proceed With Caution

I’m taking a bit of a detour today from my normal Workout Wednesday post. Don’t worry, it will be back next week! Until then, check out all my workouts by clicking here.

With a two-hour delay yesterday morning due to snow, the JA and I were in the unlucky group of people who got up bright and early. We took the morning slow, adding in lots of puppy cuddles before driving Watson to the vet for his first heart worm shot.

W in car pre-shot

I think I now have a small understanding of what it might be like to drop one’s child off at kindergarten that first day. We were nervous, but put on a strong face as we handed him off to the veterinary technician. Watson’s heart worm is in the very early stages, and we are confident that he’ll beat it. However, there’s that small chance that things could go wrong. Not to mention that he was day boarding at the hospital so our vet could keep an eye on him, and we all know how well he does in crates.

I’m happy to report that the patient did well. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again – our vet is AMAZING. She called a few hours after W got the shot to give me an update and then again later in the evening when she thought he was ready to come home.  Her husband is also a personal friend to my husband, so the JA was lucky enough to receive a few photos throughout the day.

W in crate at vet

I had a late meeting last night preceded by a 4-mile run on the treadmill, so I relied on the JA to give me a full ‘at-home’ update. Apparently, there was a lot of discomfort in the first few hours until W settled down. I came in and was pleased to see that he was waiting at the gate to ‘his room,’ wagging his tail and happy to see me.  Soon after, though, he limped back to a pile of blankets, set his head down, and slept.

W post heartworm shot 1

He had a first good night, but we’ve got a long road ahead of us – two more shots like this in a month and a sedentary lifestyle until he’s officially cleared in November. The lack of walks are going to be difficult for him and for us. We both enjoy exercising with him and giving ourselves some fresh air and time to think. I’ve joined the Fitfluential 100-mile challenge for March to keep my activity level high.

FFMarchMiles

Unlike the Tone It Up Love Your Body challenge I did last month, all these miles have to be walked, ran, or hiked – my group fitness classes don’t count. (Although, reading a post of the Facebook wall says elliptical miles can count toward the goal, helping me out a little bit.) I’m not going to be disappointed if I don’t reach  my goal, I’m still getting deeper into half-marathon training and would rather spend the rest of winter inside with this guy anyway.

happy pup

Here’s a shout out to all the people parents out there. I had trouble letting my pup into the vet. I don’t know how you all cope with letting your kids out into the world. Great job and keep up the good work!

Not There…Yet

I want to start this post by stating that I am NOT, repeat, NOT pregnant. Just want to make that explicitly clear before we continue.

I read this article a few days ago and immediately sent it to one of my close gal pals. She has a youngin’ and I wanted to see if everyone feels this way regarding kids. It’s been a question I’ve been begging to ask, but didn’t exactly know how to approach. It sums up my feelings right now PERFECTLY. ‘Yes! I want babies!,’ but ‘I have to push THAT out of THERE?’ (I know there are other options, but that’s the main way to go and it scares the bejesus out of me.)

crab toy

The JA and I both want children. We’ve discussed a tentative timeline about when we want to start trying, but we’ve also discussed planning it out. I know couples who’ve gotten pregnant on the first try, and ones who tried a few months before it happened. I know it can be a strenuous process, especially on the woman, and then we carry the child for another nine(ish) months. I want it to be a pleasant time, but it’s something that is completely out of my control. That also scares me a bit. This gal? Not so laid back.

I had dinner with a friend last night who is in her third trimester. She is absolutely glowing and both she and her husband are so excited to welcome their baby this summer. She told me that she was once in a similar place. Her want of children overcame everything else and, well, here they are.

I’m looking forward to getting to that point, but we’re SO not there yet. The JA and I are relishing the time that we have as a family of two humans (and one dog). Our lives are changing, but not at the pace it would were we to have a child. We love being married and are working on strengthening that bond before adding another member to our family. That being said, friends with children – let it be known that I am more than willing to babysit. It’s a win-win for everyone; you get a night out and I get to give your kids back at the end of the night!

baby feet are the best

baby feet are the best