I've had a few side effects. The strangest: The first few days, I could feel anxiety just below the surface, but not strong enough to stop me from socializing. However, I'd find that all the tension would migrate to my jaw, and it felt like I was always fighting to keep my teeth from chattering.
Also, I've been a bit jittery and my thoughts keep flitting from subject to subject. It made it impossible to blog last week. I have about a dozen half-started posts that I couldn't focus long enough to finish. Here's a sampling:
- Do you shop with Clinton and Stacy in your head? I went dress shopping this week and kept hearing, "Dress the body you have, not the body you wish you had." and "When something doesn't fit, it doesn't mean there's something wrong with your body. It just means that particular item is clothing is wrong for your body. Try on something else." But my favorite bit of advice came from my mom: "When you feel the worst about your body is when it's time to spend the most on fabulous clothes."
- Baby R is so strong. He can hold his head up, look around, and stand while holding my fingers. We've let him try the excersaucer and can now get a few things done around the house with newly freed hands!
- After 6 years in this house, I feel like every door has a hole in it, every wall needs repairs and new paint, and all the baseboards are scuffed. It's time for some heavy-duty revamping.
- We've already started Christmas shopping. Ohmygoodness, I've turned into one of those people! What's worse, I feel like my kids have way too many toys. Wouldn't I be the meanest mom ever if I only got my kids books and clothes for Christmas?
Hopefully, this week my brain will settle into a more calm and focused place and I'll be able to blog more regularly. For now, I'm off to the gym. Baby R is almost 10 weeks, but I think he can pass for 12. :)