About six weeks into maternity leave, and I officially felt like a deflated cow on a couch.  My C-section incision was well-healed and my doc had cleared me for exercise.  I took a look at myself in the mirror: hair was a rat’s nest, my Red Sox t-shirt had stains of milk, baby vomit and some other mysterious substance, and I had been wearing the same baggy sweatpants for five days straight. Damnnnn I was looking rough.  I decided to get off the couch, and get moving. Another mommy-friend, who I met at prenatal yoga a few months prior, had mentioned this Mommy/baby boot camp in the area hosted by Fit4Mom. They offer…

Over a month after Chase was born, adrenaline rush of having a newborn had waned and the exhaustion had fully set in.  I kept thinking to myself, I can not WAIT until this sleep deprivation stage is over and I can feel normal again! But then I would look down at this tiny being…quietly cooing and contouring his little body around mine and smiling in his sleep. I didn’t want this stage to be over. I wanted to suspend it, and embrace it. In a few years this little one may not want to cuddle his mama anymore. So I’ll take the ‘L’ in the sleep department for now, if…