I’ve been thinking of you…dear blog…dear blog readers. I’m still here, still alive. Barely. LOL.
I took it upon myself to start at a gym. And I don’t mean 15 minutes walking slowly on a treadmill reading a romance novel. I mean 60 minutes of deadlifting free weights, lunges, squats, rows, chinups, pullups, dips, etc. (alternating lower and upper body days). I have gone every day since Monday for one hour each time. I am FREAKING sore along my outer thighs and hips and bum. I actually need to hold the bannister on the stairs for assistance. Feel free to laugh- I have been!
Coupled with this new health kick comes the end of sleep for Henri. Napping? Who needs it? Night time? Ha! What is this thing you speak of?
It takes me a minimum of 30 minutes to get him down for a nap, and up to 2 hours at bedtime. I’ll nurse him, he’s out cold until the very last second when BAM the eyes open, he arches, sees the light from my alarm clock…then it’s all over. If I hurry to rock him I can get him into the dozy mood, but it will take at least 20 more minutes until he’s out enough that I can put him down with those eyes opening. If it is bedtime then repeat this process at least twice. Plus then he wakes at least twice over night…
Plus he’s got such bad ecema that he looks like his whole body is sunburnt. He’s itchy and the antihistamine doesn’t seem to be doing anything, and this is a non-cortisone week. (But we’re seeing a specialist next Wed).
Plus he just cut his 3rd(!!!!) tooth and has 3 more ready to pop any day now. (So hopefully that will ease the pain soon).
Plus I don’t know if the arching is his acid reflux, if he even has AR, or what. (So I’ve cut out dairy and will do so for a week and see if it makes a difference. I doubt he’s allergic but at least it will rule out the possibility).
The exhaustion and dread that comes with each time I need to get him to sleep, plus my exhaustion and soreness from the gym leads to a life lately that is quite boring, hence nothing to post. And no real time to post in. I haven’t even knit a stitch since that deadline I had before Jakob’s party a few weeks ago. I keep meaning to…but…eh. Too tired. Too sore. Too stressed.
Here’s to hoping for better sleep all around…for Henri, for me, and for you guys out there. Waiter- bring us a round of sleep!
I must be tired, that was supposed to be funny.