Sweating to the Oldies

On Monday, I was finally cleared by my doc to start exercising again.  The moment she gave me the 'ok,' my first thought was:  "I am seriously about to go all Heidi Klum up in this piece [because that's how I talk now]. If she can be bikini-ready mere weeks after giving birth, then so can I!"  My second thought was: "Jamie, you are delusional. Please get ahold of yourself immediately."  In case it's not obvious (because apparently it wasn't to me at first), there is a vast array of differences between Heidi Klum and me.  For starters, I don't know that I've ever been bikini-ready so...there's that.  Also, unlike Ms. Klum, I gained more than 6 pounds during my pregnancy.  Way more.  Turns out keeping your own weight a secret from yourself during pregnancy ain't such a grand idea.  I mean, ignorance is bliss at the all-you-can-fit-in-your-cup, pay by the pound fro-yo and topping buffet, but there comes a time when you have to face reality.  And reality can be an ugly little bastard.  The good news is, I'm only about 9 stomach viruses away from my goal weight.

As appealing as it sounds to let influenza do my bidding (because who doesn't just looove a good stomach bug?), I suppose I'll go about it the old fashioned way.  I'll ride my sweet new bike, swim with my old lady friends at the JCC and hoof it through the neighborhood with my baby.  It's less Heidi Klum and more Jane Fonda.  Less of a Project MILF and more of a Project MILLAWG (Mom I'd just Like to Look At Without Gagging). Should be fun. Wish me luck.

And speaking of my baby...here's the cute little face that makes every single pound I gained worth it :)

smiley girl

silly hairdo

chubby baby face

mugging for the camera

trying to laugh

this cracks me up

pensive

in her red sox pj's

sweet baby

Blast from the past...

When Walden was 10 days old, we had a sure-enough professional come to the house to take some pictures.  Rebecca Murphy of Rebecca Murphy Photography was amazing and fun and she might as well be called The Baby Whisperer because, before she showed up, I was pretty sure I would have the only baby she'd ever photographed who would scream the entire time and refuse to do the cute little baby poses I'd seen on her website.  But Rebecca knows exactly what she's doing and she had little Walden under her spell during the whole session.  Seriously, Walden was putty in her hands.  I'm thinking of inviting her over at 4 a.m. whenever I'm having a hard time getting baby back to sleep.

All of the photographs were amazing, but here are our favorites!

(Rebecca Murphy Photography/www.rebeccamurphyphotography.com)

This is what happens when we try to do tummy time.

Girlfriend is tired.  All. The. Time.  Some people might hear this and say, "Wow, what a good, quiet little baby you have!"  And they would be right.  I do have a really good baby.  But consider this:  What if I'm just really boring?  Or even worse, what if she's just not into the showtunes I sing to her all the day long and she'd simply rather stare at the back of her eyelids?  Could I possibly have given birth to someone who doesn't feel the same way about Julie Andrews as I do?  As Cinderella (played by the lovely Lesley Ann Warren circa 1965) would say sing, "Impossible!"  I'm pretty sure she's just really tired....right?

In other news, Walden is officially out of her newborn size diapers.  Unfortunately, she's not quite filling out her Size 1's either.  This makes life very interesting for us because diapers are not an item of clothing that you want to be blousy.  First of all, it does nothing for the figure.  Second of all, things can get messy very quickly and unexpectedly.  Like when you're...say...strolling through the greeting card section at Target.  Here is my suggestion to the makers of Huggies:  either make a plus size newborn diaper for those with a little more junk in the trunk or a slimmer size 1 for more delicate frames.  Otherwise, I'll have to get out the duct tape.

baby got back?