Day 106: Zumba

Not much to say about Eisley today.  I left as much milk as I was able to pump in two days (3 oz. -- not enough) and headed out for a five hour endeavor.

I nursed Eisley at 1100, as she had been nursing for close to an hour each time for the past day and a half.  I left at noon, arrived at Fuego Fitness in Round Rock at 1230 and we began at 1300, at which point my boobs thought it may be time to nurse again.

I noticed a couple things at this Zumba Jam Session.  1) I was by far the fairest one there... fair, meaning pale.  The only one close to my skin tone was a natural blonde.  2) I was one of the tallest.  Everyone was so petite that I felt quite tall.  I'd say the average woman there was 5'1" or 5'2".  3) I was not the fattest, though I felt the fattest.  4) Zumba should not let ANYONE become an instructor.  Sure, it's a great way to suck money out of people, but it's not nice.  There were some terrible movers there.

At around 1500, I was pretty darn pooped.  It is very difficult to move this much extra weight around!  I cannot move as fast as I used to be able to do.  Plus, there is not one single move that I felt even remotely sexy doing -- cause I was too preoccupied by my fat... my twenty extra pounds of fat.  Many Zumba moves are sexy and supposed to make you feel sexy, but it's hard when that is the last adjective ever that I feel (at this weight).

I left at 1600, though pics were still being taken and some networking was happening, but my boobs felt like they were going to explode and I knew I had a hungry baby at home.

By 1700 I was home and showered.  I had to express some milk in the shower because I knew there was no way Eis would be able to latch onto my rock-hard boobs and if she did, the milk would probably shoot down her throat, which would be unpleasant.

My folks left for the night at 1745 and I was on my own.  It wasn't too much later that my body began aching.  I was exhausted -- even more-so than usual.  Then my body decided that I had worked too hard and it wasn't sure what to do except give me mud-butt.... oh, and bleed again.  Thank you, lochia, I stupidly though we were done.

I took a very small dose of Pepto and drank a lot of Gatorade -- thank goodness it worked.

My folks came home around 2345 and I had put Eisley in the swing in the living room, since she refused to sleep in her bassinet.  When I saw my mom, I patted her on the arm and said, "Have fun. I have to get some sleep," and went to my room.  Apparently Eis slept (as did my mom) until 0330.  I woke up to crying and realized they were in the nursery doing a diaper change.