Today I had my 6 week follow-up checkup. You know, the one where the doctor tells you if you can have sex again or not and you just kind of want to hit them because, “Helloooooo…. that’s what got us in this situation!”
This completely adorable yet very time-consuming situation…
Actually, the sex topic didn’t really come up. Just the “what do you want to do for birth control?” question. I’m not entirely sure on that one, but I know that I never, ever, ever, EVER! want to go back on a hormonal birth control. I also don’t anticipate getting to a sickly anorexic state again, but being on a hormonal birth control pill tricked my body into giving false signals that it was doing just fine. A woman’s monthly cycle is a clue to a lot more than just whether or not she’s knocked up, just FYI.
The doctor did tell me “Don’t go running a marathon tomorrow, ease back into it.”
So I guess I’ll run a marathon next week.
One of my struggles right now is trying to find the time to do things. It’s amazing how much of your day can vanish before you know it… and how much time you have to allot to do seemingly simple and mundane tasks.
Example: My appointment was this morning at 8:30. There was no way I could feed Alex, go out for a walk/run with the baby in the BOB, eat breakfast and get a shower before that now. Plus we had an installer coming to put new flooring in my office, so that was one more kink in the schedule. I guess over time we’ll figure it out!