Kids...

I was under the false impression that as Elliot was getting older, he was getting easier. What I didn't realized until yesterday was that he doesn't get easier to deal with- his issues just change. After I put Elliot to bed on Wednesday, he decided to wake up at 11:30. He then chose not to go to bed until 3:00 a.m. He kept saying he was scared, but would not tell me what he was scared of. Needless to say, I was pretty worn out. The funny thing is, it isn't because I didn't get the normal sleep I usually do, it was because of all the worry I was doing about how I was going to make it better.

You know, I think that is the hardest part about being a mom (at least for me). I worry about everything. All the time. I spent all night and all of yesterday worrying about how the night was going to go. And last night Elliot woke up again. I am so thankful to Mark, he willingly watched Elliot while I tried to get some sleep, but I just couldn't sleep. My anxiety and adrenaline was going crazy! I knew that Mark was capable of taking care of Elliot, but all kinds of thoughts run through my mind.

How long is this going to last?
What happens if Elliot won't sleep on his own anymore?
How are we going to deal with this when baby #2 comes?
How do I help him if he is scared of something?
What happens if I never get sleep again?

As you can see, I am a planner, and I think long term. Really long term. I just can't take the day as it comes. I have to learn to tell myself that everything is going to be OK, I have to learn that this does not last forever, but when you are caught up in the moment it seems like forever. I hope and pray that tonight will be better, and I guess, if not, I will be camping out on Elliot's floor again...

Running? Not Anymore...

So, I found out I was pregnant a little bit before Thanksgiving, and that is where the running ended. As soon as I was pregnant, I got so sick that I just couldn't run. Basically, I couldn't do anything! All I could manage to do all day was lay around the house and watch my son from the couch. What a miserable feeling! So I am now 18 weeks pregnant and have gained 6 pounds so far. Oh that is good, you say. Maybe not. My first post was about finishing my first 10K, well, that was when I was 3 weeks pregnant, and I haven't done a lick of exercising since then. So, I think my low weight gain is because I lost all my muscle!

I have a goal for after my pregnancy, but I really don't know if it is going to be something that I can actually achieve. I am going to have to see how the labor and delivery goes and make a decision from there. I am due at the end of June and I do the annual Wo Zha Wa run in the middle of September. It is 4 miles. Can I do it? I am going to try....

My First Blog- A little about me

So I am pretty new to this, but I think I have a few interesting stories to tell. I am a wife and a mom to a 2 year old boy and I attempt to run in my spare time. I don't know if what I do can really be considered running, but I putt putt along and just keep putting one foot in front of the other. My friend Jenn and I just finised our first 10K last weekend and it was hard! We finished it in 1 hour and 5 minutes, only 5 people finished behind us but, hey, what can you expect from two moms that try to run in spare time!




I did have a casualty from our 10K though, my cell phone.

I wasn't feeling too well on Thursday and Friday before the run, I had flu-like symptoms and overall just felt kind of crappy. So the morning of the run I was still on the fence if I was going to do it. Well, needless to say adrenaline usually gets you through, so I decided to do it. I was worried about keeling over on the course and not having anyone around me to help though, so I decided to stick my cell phone in my bra. I guess I sweat too much because when I pulled it out after the race to call my husband to tell him I made it, I had nothing but a black screen.

So the great part of the story is my trip into my cell phone service provider. I walk into the store and say, "My phone is broke, what can I do?"

A nice gentleman takes me over to the computer and starts to ask me account questions and says, "What happened to your phone?"

I just handed him my phone because I hadn't quite decided if I was going to tell the truth about what happened or make up some other story.

He looked at the phone and said, "Oh, moisture damage, how did you do it?"

On such short notice, I decided to tell the truth. I said, "Um, uh, well... I ran this morning and well, I um, I stuck it in my bra and I guess I sweat."

He quickly replied, "Oh well that is a good thing, I would be worried if you didn't (sweat)." Then there was a brief pause and he asks, "So, should I be washing my hands?"

It was pretty embarassing, but he was really nice and we were able to get my phone fixed.

So, we finished our first 10K with only one small casualty, which is pretty good for us putt-putters.