: yeah, go for the resting and sleeping over all else these last few days.Plady
I hope you found a way to celebrate that special occasion that felt right to you.grnmtnmama
: I usually don't even notice that my mood/appetite is changing due to my cycles until AFTER the fact. But you are right to track it so that you will know in advance. Knowledge is power, and maybe there is something to do differently during those tough few days? More protein or something?Nikarolaberry
: yay on an outdoor run!CFG
: Wow, that is inspiring. What a great race in a beautiful environment. I love seeing dolphins
: WTG - keep that up!!
To everyone suffering from post-Superbowl gastric distress - feel better soon! I hate that, but I am totally the type to eat the wrong thing in social settings. Like chicken wings, which I totally avoid at all costs because I WILL eat them and they invariably mess me up. I didn't go to a party this year, just stayed home with our youngest who had a slight fever, but it was kind of nice to just snuggle with him a bit.
I spent the weekend visiting my mother. It was the first time spending the night away from my youngest. He was fine! I suffered, though. I was in a complete funk all weekend.
Still, it was a way for me to practice relinquishing control over the kids to my dh, and for that, it was fine. He (toddler, not dh) has been nursing at nap time and at night, but I haven't felt like I have any milk left anyway. Now over the weekend and not nursing for 48 hours, I didn't feel a thing in the way of discomfort or engorgement, nothing. I wonder if that means that there is truly no milk left? Maybe he is just nursing for comfort - I wonder. I'm nuts, but this makes me sad. I am spending way too much time feeling like the end of nursing/fertility/birthing/etc. is just like the beginning of old-lady-hood.
Now back home, I'm feeling much better and have taken over the reins again (spoken like a true control freak). Ran for 3.75 today, and it was alright. The first half was awesome; I felt like a million $ and could have totally run faster, but I didn't because I was worried about getting tired. So I kept it moderate but still felt like I ran out of steam at the end. A tad discouraging, but what the heck. I will be so psyched when I am finally running 5 or 6 miles without completely croaking.