So I feel yucky today, but I did not allow myself to use it as an excuse to bail out. I gave myself 0 minutes of sitting my butt, acknowledging that I felt awful. I also picked up the phone, since talking to my friends usually makes me feel better. Thanks, Michelle, for listening to me whine and giving me encouragement to go downstairs to the treadmill! I did my 30 minutes/ 1 mile and I feel good about myself. I still feel yucky but at least I don't have the no-treadmill guilt to make me feel worse.
I left the baby upstairs asleep and had the monitor with me. I heard her wake up before I was done but I only had 4 minutes left and she wasn't crying, just cooing and looking for me. The dogs were irritated at me, perched at the top of the stairs, ears on high alert. They could not understand why I didn't rush upstairs the minute she woke up. They took off running as soon as they saw me coming, to "lead" me to the baby. They are good dogs. Wait until she starts pulling their tails.
In other news, we have achieved poop! The baby did not poop for 11 days. I did some research online and asked some ladies online also. She was not in any pain, her belly was soft, she wasn't fussy, I bicycled her legs, her appetite & activity were fine, she just wasn't pooping. I read that some breastfed babies use up all the milk and there's nothing left to poop out, and that 10 or 11 days can be normal. Still, I wondered. I shouldn't have been concerned because she exploded late last night. We had her in old clothes but had to throw them away anyway. We also had to give her a bath. It appears that she was not constipated, since her poops were mustardy pudding, like normal. Ugh. But I am glad she finally went.
Anyway. An ordinary day. A little coating of snow here today. Homemade cheeseburgers for dinner. And now it is time to feed the baby, so I will post tomorrow!