Last week, I blogged a few times about how I was completing my final withdrawal from Effexor (antidepressant taken for PPD) as I finally went down to 0mg last week Saturday.
It. Was. A. Nightmare.
But I’m on the other side of that nightmare now. I’m doing this! I’m still a bit more tired than usual, can sometimes cry in an instant, and still experience the brain shivers. But I’m doing this. And it’s almost over.
As I finally start to regain my energy and my body starts to recover from the violent withdrawal symptoms of last week, I plan to start getting back into my routine of morning walks with C. I don’t plan to pick that up to jogging again until next week. I also want to focus on drinking lots of water to flush all the remaining toxins out of my body.
What I love most about our new campus home is that there is an abundance of greenspace. It’s so wonderful to be surrounded by trees, grasses and prairie. C and I enjoy going out for morning walks together. He loves riding in his stroller!
C checking out his new BOB stroller a few months ago
We decided to see how far it is to walk all the way around campus. It’s 4.3 miles! What an awesome way to start the day.
“Look, Mama! Now I can pull myself up whenever I want, even when you’re not watching!”
“I also like to leave behind a path of destruction.”
On my shopping spree to find new clothes to flatter the new body shape that C left me with, I found what I think will become my favorite dress of the summer season! Please excuse the awkward self-portrait-in-the-bathroom.
Other things that happened this week:
C learned how to clap his hands.
C gives high fives.
When asked where his ear is, C will reach for his ear!
C started to walk while holding just one of our hands instead of two.
After I finished reading “The Wheels on the Bus” and singing it to C with the hand motions, he paged through the book. When he found the “wave goodbye” page, he smiled at me and started to wave goodbye!
C and I had a lot of fun together this week and I’m having so much fun watching him grow and learn. What were some of your highlights of the week? Wishing you all a wonderful weekend!
C never wants to sit down. He always stiffens his body up to stand. Whenever we’re lucky enough to get him to sit, he arches his back in protest. He *LOVES* to jump and stand. He won’t even roll over when on his stomach (even though he did that at 2 months of age…). I’m not surprised that he won’t roll over from his back to belly because he has zero interest in being on his belly. He ONLY wants to stand. I have a feeling he will refuse to learn to sit or roll and just go straight to walking.
I don’t want him to be skipping milestones, but I’m finding it impossible to get him to practice supported sitting. It’s his way or the highway and his way is on his feet. Argh.
As if I thought I was in enough pain and discomfort…
Last night, my pelvis felt like it was shattered. My back was killing me. I could barely walk around and after I had changed into pajama pants, I was nearly in tears from the pain of bending over. I didn’t think it was possible to pee more than I already was but, alas!, it is.
It happened to occur to me today that perhaps he had dropped (aka “lightening”). While the books say it usually happens around 36 weeks or later, there are many women who have responded on forums that their babies dropped much earlier. After looking at my belly and realizing that I am now so low that I cannot even see my own belly button, it is all but official. At 34.5 weeks, Baby has dropped.
I’m hoping this is just one more indication that he’ll come prior to his due date
In the back of my mind, I have always thought that ladies at the end of their pregnancies with the arched backs and the duck waddle were exaggerating. Why would anyone need to counterbalance by bending backward? And why, WHY, would anyone need to walk like a duck?
Reality came knocking on my door over the weekend. This type of walk is NOT an exaggeration. Unfortunately, it’s one of the many “joys” of the end of pregnancy, when your legs feel like disconnected extensions of your aching pelvis and you don’t think your body could possibly support the enormous growth of your uterus for one more second. That’s when you start to waddle.