I had to miss Jazzercise on Monday night because I was personifying my favorite bumper sticker on Kt's car, "Speak Your Mind Even If Your Voice Shakes." I addressed the city council with objection for a project proposal that would put the parking lot for said project adjacent to my property. Not happy. It's a great project, but the location sucks. I was really torn about whether to exercise or go to this meeting and when I discovered that I'd forgotten my tennis shoes, the decision was made -- and I'm so glad I went. In the end, the matter was tabled (of course), but I think we "won" and a more suitable site will eventually be found.
So, I'll go to Jazzercise tonight. I've been so excited to go because, after three weeks or so, on Saturday, my brain finally made contact with my butt! When my brain sent the "squeeze" signal, there was squeezing!! When they say, "use it or lose it," I think it's true. I miss it when I don't go. I really do need the stretch and the movement. I have to watch how I move, be careful of my right knee, but I can feel I'm getting stronger already, and more flexible, and moving with some measure of control and coordination.
My sister is three days overdue and counting. I'm working ever-so-slowly on the bunny booties. These summer evenings just whiz right by -- before I know it, it's after 9:00 every single night and I still haven't had a sit-down and then, when I do sit down, I'm overcome with exhaustion. I'm bored with generic baby stuff. What I really want is a kicking, screaming baby GIRL (I hope) or BOY (that'd be fine) to knit for -- hurry up and come out to play, baby!! We want to meet you. Speaking of babies...
Elizabeth has a new favorite thing... her new grandson (there's more in previous posts)! I think it's so nice how she writes about her son-in-law and how fabulous he is. It made me think of DH and what it was like when we brought our first-born home. I was off of work for about six weeks, but he wasn't. Looking back, I think I had a little run-in with post-partum depression during that time; not very severe, but I do recall some very off days. I brought the little peanut to work with me for the next six weeks, 'til I realized how difficult and extremely stressful it was to be both employee and mother at the very same time. It was awful. I was fortunate enough to find a day care provider very close to work. She was a wonderful lady! Since Kt did not take to pacifiers or bottles (no matter the contents), I would run over to nurse her; it couldn't have been better. At the time, my "weekend" was Sunday and Monday, which meant that I worked every Saturday. It was daddy's day with the baby! It took some getting used to on DH's part, believe me, but it turned out to be one of those situations we are now thankful for. He would bring her in for nursing, but was on his own the rest of the day to figure it all out on his own. And he did!
Still working on travel arrangements. Had a few minutes of panic in the early morning hours -- a big jumble of weird thoughts about The Big City and stuff because, really, I'm such a home-body. This isn't stepping out of the zone, this is jumping off a cliff! I'll be fine, I'll blend right in, my knitting is good, and people won't laugh and point at me. This is nothing like what Stephanie has been through in the past two months on her book tour -- a complete and total blast on the one hand, but so Twilight Zone on the other. Welcome home!