Mall Rat

Yesterday afternoon I did a pretty brisk walk with Baby Max. We walked to the mall, did some Christmas shopping and quickly walked back home. I think I may have pushed it a bit, but I'm feeling okay today. The mall is about a 10-12 minute walk from my home. So in total, I probably walked a good 30-45 minutes, when you include the jaunt inside.

Surprisingly, I've been quite mobile since a day or so after my C-section, now about two weeks ago. In fact, since we've been home, the B, The Maxity and I have seen pretty much the inside of most malls in and around our area. I know my mobility has surprised some people who've had C-sections before, saying that they're "impressed that I am already out and about." (I guess my pregnancy fitness really has helped in getting me on my feet sooner than most.)

I was never much of a "mall rat" before, but with the temperatures dipping and the nice festive mood inside, it's hard to resist. Plus, now with a little guy, I do like to look at the latest in baby fashions!

I honestly never thought I'd become "one of those moms" who push their strollers around the mall. However, now I understand why. For me, it's more about getting some mileage and slowly getting back into shape. For many more mamas though, I've noticed that going to the mall is also about getting out of the house. While not everyone is as gung ho to traipse outdoors at this time of year, the mall does provide some much needed social interaction for new, and perhaps veteran moms. And though it's only been a few weeks, social interaction, outside of the home, is a wonderful break.

My belly continues to shrink down and my incision is healing. Baby Max is also growing. While I love to see him gain weight and grow, I'm getting a bit wistful that he's already growing out of his newborn onesies. This morning, The B and I had a little laugh when we put on one of his older onesies. It was stretched tightly and Baby Max looked like a Baby Sausage! It was really cute.

I've read that growth spurts in newborn typically occur during weeks 2 and 4. Well, that's my boy, on time!