Back in the Fray

So, as you can see, I've been away for a little while. I had a tumultous pregnancy that thankfully ended in the birth of a BEAUTIFUL daughter 2 months ago. It was a tough run, but we made it through. Long story short, I went in at 6 weeks for an ultrasound and they told me I had miscarried. They wanted to do a D&C the following week, and I spent that time mourning the loss of my child. Before they could do the procedure, they did a follow up ultrasound wherein they found out that the baby was alive and thriving. At 18 weeks I was diagnosed with an issue that could cause a premature rupture of membranes and be potentially deadly to the baby. We prepared for a preterm birth... but...

Anabel came at a healthy, full term 39 weeks :) We are blessed. Tony and I have worked everything out and we are in a good and happy place again. Anabel has been our glue, and worth every stressful situation we went through to bring her into our lives. On the diet front, well... not much to tell just yet. I weigh 163 right now, and I am starting a diet and getting back to the gym tomorrow. I have been exclusively breastfeeding and have been very afraid that dieting would compromise my supply, but with baby girl turning 3 months old soon, I think my supply should have stabilized by now. But I am introducing fenugreek into my supplements and also upping my water. I'm going to keep my calories between 2000 and 2200 and take in an extra protein shake on the days that I work out. Lord willing, that will be enough to drop some pounds while maintaining my ability to feed Anabel. The thought of not being able to nurse her is seriously depressing. My ability to breastfeed has always been directly linked to my feeling of success in raising my infant. Feeding her is so much more important than losing weight, so should my supply dip, I will immediately stop dieting and save it for after she is weaned.

But either way, physical activity has to happen. I am crazy out of shape. I went for a run with Andie this morning (my first in over a year) and in that time she has gotten more fit... me, not so much. She was outpacing me through almost the whole run! She has never done that... ever. Three miles, and I was trailing her right up until the end when she had no push left, and being the more experienced runner served me better. I have trained to have drive at the end, where is counts. So in the last 1/4 mile I overtook and passed her. But man, it was hard for me to keep up with her. I keep telling myself that in a few weeks we will be more evenly matched, but I don't know. She will get better and better. We'll see how it plays out. At the core of it though, I'm just happy that I'm raising a kid that cares about her health.