Two months later…This is probably one of my favorite posts to write. I have a lot to say so bare with me. I’ll just spoil it a little bit, I chose to get induced. When I mentioned that I wanted to get my membranes swept I got a lot of replies asking why or stating that I should just trust my body and other comments/questions eluding to that.
So I survived my first run back in eightish months. I had to put it off until the evening. Which reminded me how much I really like running in the mornings. If I have all day to think about my run and how it will go I get anxious and try and talk myself out of it. Any other type of workout I can handle in the evening, running not so much.
This past week has been an absolute hot mess. The true definition of parenting fails…or maybe I was winning the whole time and just didn’t know it? As each week passes we get more and more comfortable in our new routine but at the same time we get more and more uncomfortable with our new routine. I’ve had so much support this week I actually broke down and cried because I was so thankful. It’s amazing what a good support system can do for you. Just remember you are never alone on the island you think you are!