So I went to the doctor yesterday. I had been planning to go anyway for my annual physical, but with my level of spaciness lately (and yes, I guess I did open myself up to being made fun of by phrasing it that way) I decided to ask her about it.
Her thoughts? The hormones surging through my body from nursing were making me very relaxed, combined with new mother fatigue and stress. She recommended exercise (which I have been trying to do) and more rest. I also got my blood drawn to test my hemoglobin level, and my thyroid as well. We'll see what they say. I've just never felt like this before.
She told me to talk to her after I had been 1 year postpartum and had weened Brett. So, I have to followup in the spring. She also recommended dropping all of the baby weight before we try for #2. I really want to! I need to really kick myself back into gear after the holidays. I'd done so well for awhile and then kind of lost it this past month (as we all do after Thanksgiving). I think I've reversed the scale's momentum. Ah, well. At least I bought a pair of jeans last week with the number "8" on them. I still have 15-20 pounds to go to get back into the "2"'s and "4"'s in my closet. I wonder if I'll ever see them again.
But if this weekend is any indication, I probably wont be seeing my beloved skinny jeans anytime soon. The traditional "annual Graunke family cookie baking weekend" is in full effect. I've blogged about this before. As Steve's brother (who is coming from Lexington to bake with Steve and I, since we aren't all driving to Chicago to bake with his parents and other brother) said, it's "X-treme" cookie baking. We normally bake like 5-7 types of cookies. This year I think we may scale back and try for 3 varieties. Then again, when Steve and his brother get to the store tonight to buy the ingredients and mass quantities of beer (c'mon, it's a party!) things could get a little out of hand. Too bad I'll need to stay behind with the sleeping baby.....