Ganas de comerme el mundo
I don't know if it was the weaning, or maybe coming within 5 lbs of my prepregnancy weight, or spring, or sleeping through the night for months in a row... but I find myself driven with renewed energy. I've been cleaning (the garage, the whole garage!) and clearing out old stuff (freecyle!) and bursting with ideas what to sew and make and unfortunately for my wallet also longing for all kinds of pretty things. I want shoes and dresses and skirts and accessories... all the girly things shall be mine! mine! mine!
It's been a long two years. From my experience this is what it takes to make a human being and bring him to the first vital stage of walking/talking/eating semi-independently. Two years. Every time I get pregnant, even before, I know this is what I'm looking at: 24 months of major adjustment of my own body, my own thoughts, my own projects. The one and only project takes over completely about 4 weeks from the beginning of its existence and the first birthday is the first milestone at which I can let out a tiny sigh of relief. The worst (physical) part is over. And really, it seems like all the energy has been handed back to me: Here, here's your sleep, here's all the calories you used on gestating, here, take the time you spent sitting around feeding, oh and the time you spent figuring out why he's crying. Back to me, the rightful owner...
It's not like the kids don't wear me out now, but I bounce back more easily. I'm tasting a bit of freedom and I'm clinging to it with my life. I gave it conciously and the results are cute and funny and dimpled, but now, oh, just a little bit of freedom for me. My body not tormented, my thoughts unrestricted, my sleep (mostly) guaranteed. My shoes cute. My hair just right.
Posted at 10:03 PM on June 09, 2007
Time to get pregnant again.
That is what happens to me.
Just when I feel this good.
HA
Ha.
Jokes on me.
shushhh! no pregnant, no!!!
I'm glad you're feeling that way. Now that my youngest is basically potty trained only the full weaning remains (he still nurses once a day).
Yay for cute clothes, shoes and accessories! (my mom keeps my furnished with these issues since I can't afford them just yet)