So...people call me crazy sometimes, but I think it's just the way I am.
I'm crazy for teaching a popular fitness class 4 times a week until I was 37 weeks pregant. My husband made me give him a stop date. So I did. 37 weeks. I would have kept it up. I convinced him to still let me "work out" beyond 37 weeks. After spending Monday afternoon on the elliptical at my gym, I woke up to contractions at about 3:00 am on Tuesday. Baby girl was born at 38.5 weeks. Later that week, I checked my email; a co-worker asked, "didn't I see you at the gym on Monday?" Yep. I took off 5.5 weeks and was back in full swing.
I'm crazy for wanting to cloth diaper my daughter without having in-unit laundry. I have to wait for the washer sometimes, 2 floors down in our condo building but it's not bad. The bucket doesn't really stink, unless you open it. Baby poop stains a little, but the diapers are clean even if they're a little yellow.
I'm crazy for wanting to pump at work and keep exclusively breast-feeding, hopefully for a year. Spending 40-50 minutes out of each work day with my door locked and me breasts exposed, I'm late to meetings and have to put my milk in the communal fridge. But, I'm doing it all for her. Some people don't get that.
I plan to parent, travel, work out, teach fitness, breastfeed, cloth diaper, love my husband and daughter, see my friends, lose weight, cook more, spend less, ride my bike, visit my family, read books, dress well and work a full time job.
Call me crazy. Can I do it all?
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