Blessed

Finally, after a few sleepless nights a week and a half ago, when Baby Max's schedule was ass backwards (he was asleep most of the daylight hours and awake at night), he seems to have settled on a more normal rhythm. By "normal" I mean waking for a night feeding at 3 or 4 a.m. and then going back to bed, rising at 6 or 7 a.m.

It's great. And I feel great. I'm not much of a napper and thankfully, don't feel the need to take them these days.

In fact, my energy has been so abundant - well for a postpartum mom who's breastfeeding - that I've been able to go to the gym almost everyday and even take Baby Max on his first ski trip! I didn't get as many runs in as I used to because The B and I are taking turns, but I say, some skiing is better than no skiing. And it feels fantastic to feel the speed and the wind slapping me on my face again!

I think in the world of all things postpartum, I'm blessed. Truly blessed. Many others I know have been so wiped that exercise and fitness is put on the backburner for weeks if not months or years. That's really tough.

I know the real challenge will come when I have to balance work, looking after Baby and keeping my fitness up. I'm a bit worried by this, but I always say that if you love doing something, then you will always find the time to engage in the activity. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

For now, I'll just enjoy what I have. It's 7:50 a.m. on a Sunday morning and I'm actually going to get my ass out of the house for an 8:30 a.m. run with friends while The B watches Baby Max.

How's that for a Sunday morning? Couldn't be better I say!