First of all, I'd like to say that the Wii Fit Plus is quite the asshole. First, it made my Mii FAT. Next, it told me that I have the body of a 44 year old. I'm not even sure what that means! Lastly, it groans when you get onto the board. Whose genius idea was THAT feature?!
I found that there are some exercises that I can do post-surgery. That was a great find! Thanks to Philip Mitri for pointing that out to me. Through my explorations of the software I've found that I really like Stepping, Hula Hooping, Boxing and Kung Fu. When I'm fully healed I plan on doing more of the tougher exercises.
Anyway, between yesterday and today I somehow lost 2lbs. I'm not sure how that happened. I haven't even taken a poop that would explain the weight difference! But, I'll take the 2lbs! It's a start!
I'd like to add that I LOVE the Baby Stats feature on the Wii Fit Plus. I can keep track of V's weight as she grows. Yesterday it said she was 19lbs. Today it says 18. She wasn't wearing clothes for her weigh-in today and was in a fresh diaper, so that may explain the difference. Still, the kid is getting CHUBBY! I love it.
Yesterday I was 156.3lbs. Today I'm 154.3lbs. Keeping it honest. :)
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
I STILL refuse to buy new pants!
I had my surgery this past Tuesday. They called me on Monday morning to let me know that I'd be having surgery the next day. Nice, huh?
In case any of you reading this don't know why I had the surgery, I'll fill you in:
In October of 2008 I had a medical implant put in my lower back called an InterStim. It's basically a pacemaker that works for my bladder. I have a condition called Interstitial Cystitis; a condition of the bladder that causes chronic pain and frequent urination, amongst other more serious complications. The InterStimn worked wonders for me. Sometime during pregnancy or delivery one of the leads broke, so when I tried to turn it on after pregnancy it wasn't working. A representative from the company ran a diagnostic on the implant and found that one of the leads was broken, but he was able to re-route the stimulation somehow. After a few weeks of trying that we realized that it just wasn't working like it's supposed to. So, I went in for a "Remove and Repair."
Everything went well, aside from the fact we were told AFTER the surgery that I wouldn't be able to lift the baby for 3-4 weeks. I'm sure most people can sympathize with me when it comes to having weight restrictions after certain procedures, but for the momma's out there, you can understand what kind of a dilemma this puts me in. The doctors want me to take it SUPER easy this time since everything was placed in the same place as before, and they want the leads to be able to heal in correctly. These restrictions aren't sitting well with me.
Thankfully I have a friend who has been a great help (thank you, Keegan!) and I certainly couldn't rest at all if it wasn't for Dave and the kids. Things seem to be healing well and my pain is slowly diminishing.
Michigan is now a state that allows the medical use of marijuana, and I'm honestly looking into that as an option when I'm done breast feeding. Being put on Vicodin and Norco again just reminds me how harsh these medications are on the system. If any of my (three!) readers have any experience, or know anyone with personal experience, with medical marijuana, the legalities, any pros or cons please leave me a comment and let me know.
Well, time to end this blog. Dinner won't cook itself!
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Edited to add:
I forgot the point of this blog! I won't be able to use the Wii Fit Plus when it gets here. Not for 2 weeks, at least. That seriously depresses me. I cannot shake the feeling of being huge, and being immobile and on pain killers (which make me crave sweets) isn't helping that depression at all. I realize it's only 2-3 more weeks, but I feel like I could be putting that time to much better use. I am finally motivated to get myself in shape (and yes, round is a shape!) and this is pushing that back. I hate it.
In case any of you reading this don't know why I had the surgery, I'll fill you in:
In October of 2008 I had a medical implant put in my lower back called an InterStim. It's basically a pacemaker that works for my bladder. I have a condition called Interstitial Cystitis; a condition of the bladder that causes chronic pain and frequent urination, amongst other more serious complications. The InterStimn worked wonders for me. Sometime during pregnancy or delivery one of the leads broke, so when I tried to turn it on after pregnancy it wasn't working. A representative from the company ran a diagnostic on the implant and found that one of the leads was broken, but he was able to re-route the stimulation somehow. After a few weeks of trying that we realized that it just wasn't working like it's supposed to. So, I went in for a "Remove and Repair."
Everything went well, aside from the fact we were told AFTER the surgery that I wouldn't be able to lift the baby for 3-4 weeks. I'm sure most people can sympathize with me when it comes to having weight restrictions after certain procedures, but for the momma's out there, you can understand what kind of a dilemma this puts me in. The doctors want me to take it SUPER easy this time since everything was placed in the same place as before, and they want the leads to be able to heal in correctly. These restrictions aren't sitting well with me.
Thankfully I have a friend who has been a great help (thank you, Keegan!) and I certainly couldn't rest at all if it wasn't for Dave and the kids. Things seem to be healing well and my pain is slowly diminishing.
Michigan is now a state that allows the medical use of marijuana, and I'm honestly looking into that as an option when I'm done breast feeding. Being put on Vicodin and Norco again just reminds me how harsh these medications are on the system. If any of my (three!) readers have any experience, or know anyone with personal experience, with medical marijuana, the legalities, any pros or cons please leave me a comment and let me know.
Well, time to end this blog. Dinner won't cook itself!
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Edited to add:
I forgot the point of this blog! I won't be able to use the Wii Fit Plus when it gets here. Not for 2 weeks, at least. That seriously depresses me. I cannot shake the feeling of being huge, and being immobile and on pain killers (which make me crave sweets) isn't helping that depression at all. I realize it's only 2-3 more weeks, but I feel like I could be putting that time to much better use. I am finally motivated to get myself in shape (and yes, round is a shape!) and this is pushing that back. I hate it.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Post-Surgery-kinda-loopy post.
I made it through surgery! Just before going back I went through my standard, "What if I don't make it through? What if I'm paralyzed? What if I can no longer use my left leg? What if I come out of surgery with missing/extra pieces?" Sometimes it amuses Dave, sometimes it doesn't. I got a small smile out of him, at least. Shortly after my rant they came in and gave me the "relaxation" medication. That. Stuff. Is. Fantastic.
The entire thing went well until we were told, AFTERWARD, that I cannot pick up the baby for 3-4 weeks. Um, that's information that would have been useful BEFORE I went into surgery. I have a few friends who came over the first night and spent the night so I could have help my first morning home with the baby after surgery. Today was my second day and Dave set me up in the bedroom with the things I'd need for the baby. We holed up in the bedroom until Dave got home. Thankfully she takes a long morning nap, and I was able to take one right along with her.
Today I sit, leaning to the right, keeping my weight off of my incision. My pain meds are making me a little loopy and slightly nauseous. The kids volley between being uber helpful and pains in the butt; basically just being kids.
Dave, however, has been amazing. I feel awful for everything he's stuck with doing. I hope he realizes that there's really no way I'm going to go 3-4 weeks without picking up the baby, even though the doctor said I should. I don't think I would have consented to the surgery if I knew he'd be stuck with so much responsibility. I feel awful for causing him so much stress. (Outside of the normal stress I cause him, of course.)
I'm going to continue to rest now. The kids are playing old-school video games (Zombies Ate My Neighbors and Super Mario 3) and I'm having fun watching.
The entire thing went well until we were told, AFTERWARD, that I cannot pick up the baby for 3-4 weeks. Um, that's information that would have been useful BEFORE I went into surgery. I have a few friends who came over the first night and spent the night so I could have help my first morning home with the baby after surgery. Today was my second day and Dave set me up in the bedroom with the things I'd need for the baby. We holed up in the bedroom until Dave got home. Thankfully she takes a long morning nap, and I was able to take one right along with her.
Today I sit, leaning to the right, keeping my weight off of my incision. My pain meds are making me a little loopy and slightly nauseous. The kids volley between being uber helpful and pains in the butt; basically just being kids.
Dave, however, has been amazing. I feel awful for everything he's stuck with doing. I hope he realizes that there's really no way I'm going to go 3-4 weeks without picking up the baby, even though the doctor said I should. I don't think I would have consented to the surgery if I knew he'd be stuck with so much responsibility. I feel awful for causing him so much stress. (Outside of the normal stress I cause him, of course.)
I'm going to continue to rest now. The kids are playing old-school video games (Zombies Ate My Neighbors and Super Mario 3) and I'm having fun watching.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
I refuse to buy new pants.
It has been 14 weeks and 4 days since I had the baby. I still feel HUGE. I only gained 18lbs during the entire pregnancy, but I started the pregnancy overweight.
In the interest of full disclosure, I started the pregnancy at 160lbs. I am 5 feet 4 inches tall and my ideal weight caps off at 140 or just over, I believe.
I'm not a person who puts a lot of stock into a "standard" image, but I do put plenty of stock into feeling good about myself. I know I'll never have the body back that I had before having kids, and I'm fine with that. I'd just like to get to a weight/shape that makes me comfortable. Not to mention, that allows me to wear my old pants!
This year I am going to try to maintain a more healthy lifestyle. I refuse to "diet" because they always fail. I will commit to portion control and snacking when appropriate. I will also commit to becoming more active. We own an elliptical that I will use more often, and I am going to buy Wii Fit Plus. I've heard good things.
Again, in the interest of full disclosure I will be posting my progress, whether positive or negative, on my blog every Sunday. If anyone would like to be a "weight loss buddy" with me, to share tips and support, please comment on these blogs. I welcome any and all encouragement, and offer the same in return!
In the interest of full disclosure, I started the pregnancy at 160lbs. I am 5 feet 4 inches tall and my ideal weight caps off at 140 or just over, I believe.
I'm not a person who puts a lot of stock into a "standard" image, but I do put plenty of stock into feeling good about myself. I know I'll never have the body back that I had before having kids, and I'm fine with that. I'd just like to get to a weight/shape that makes me comfortable. Not to mention, that allows me to wear my old pants!
This year I am going to try to maintain a more healthy lifestyle. I refuse to "diet" because they always fail. I will commit to portion control and snacking when appropriate. I will also commit to becoming more active. We own an elliptical that I will use more often, and I am going to buy Wii Fit Plus. I've heard good things.
Again, in the interest of full disclosure I will be posting my progress, whether positive or negative, on my blog every Sunday. If anyone would like to be a "weight loss buddy" with me, to share tips and support, please comment on these blogs. I welcome any and all encouragement, and offer the same in return!
Saturday, January 8, 2011
When men vacuum, it's sexy.
There are times that I like to feel needed, aside from being held onto for dear life by the baby.
I like my little toilet paper battled with Dave. I'll use the last of it and set the new roll on top just to see if he'll replace it. He'll then use the end of that roll and place another new one on top of the first old one and beside the second. It's a domestic game of chicken, and one that I thoroughly enjoy. I'm also convinced that he puts the toilet paper going UNDER just to watch me grind my teeth. The toilet paper goes OVER, my dear.
I sometimes like finding things left undone around the house. When I complete those tasks I feel accomplished and like I did something that wouldn't have gotten done otherwise. Sometimes that may be true, but sometimes I like to think that people left those tasks for me because they need my help.
Then there's vacuuming.
Mind you, I don't mind vacuuming. In fact, sometimes I enjoy it. It's the perfect OCD task. However, what I really enjoy is watching my husband vacuum. I'm not quite sure why. I find it sexy. I like knowing that I'm not the only one who can and will complete that task. Dave could do the dishes, and that's ok. He can fold laundry and I appreciate it. But when that man vacuums, look out world! Meow!
Not ALL men who vacuum are sexy, mind you. I adore Andy Richter with everything I have, but I don't care to see him pushing a Dirt Devil around my living room.
I am appreciative of my family by, like, a lot. They let me know I'm needed in so many ways, and let me know I'm appreciated in so many others.
There's my Saturday post. :)
I like my little toilet paper battled with Dave. I'll use the last of it and set the new roll on top just to see if he'll replace it. He'll then use the end of that roll and place another new one on top of the first old one and beside the second. It's a domestic game of chicken, and one that I thoroughly enjoy. I'm also convinced that he puts the toilet paper going UNDER just to watch me grind my teeth. The toilet paper goes OVER, my dear.
I sometimes like finding things left undone around the house. When I complete those tasks I feel accomplished and like I did something that wouldn't have gotten done otherwise. Sometimes that may be true, but sometimes I like to think that people left those tasks for me because they need my help.
Then there's vacuuming.
Mind you, I don't mind vacuuming. In fact, sometimes I enjoy it. It's the perfect OCD task. However, what I really enjoy is watching my husband vacuum. I'm not quite sure why. I find it sexy. I like knowing that I'm not the only one who can and will complete that task. Dave could do the dishes, and that's ok. He can fold laundry and I appreciate it. But when that man vacuums, look out world! Meow!
Not ALL men who vacuum are sexy, mind you. I adore Andy Richter with everything I have, but I don't care to see him pushing a Dirt Devil around my living room.
I am appreciative of my family by, like, a lot. They let me know I'm needed in so many ways, and let me know I'm appreciated in so many others.
There's my Saturday post. :)
Sunday, January 2, 2011
(Insert standard "New Years Resolution" title here.)
So here it is. We start a new year. This seems to happen annually. Hm.
I am usually against the whole "New Years Resolution" thing, because they usually amount to a hill of crap. "I'll lose weight." "I'll start exercising more." "I'll stop swearing." "I'll increase my output of inappropriate racially based humor."
Well, this year I decided that I am going to make one. Here comes the tease; I'm not telling anyone what it is. Yeah, I'm that cruel. I'll make a post dedicated to this yearly self-promise and then NOT share it. Deal.
The person who it pertains to will know. Hopefully. And before you begin to ask, no; I won't be telling them what it is either. If I succeed it will be apparent. If I fail then, well, no harm no foul. Everything will simply appear the same as it always has been.
One thing that I want to do that I WILL share is blog more. I do like to write and I feel that I haven't done enough of it in the last, oh, three years or so.
With all that said, this is my second post of the new year. Hooray. With any luck there will be many more inane ramblings posted on here by me.
Happy New Year.
I am usually against the whole "New Years Resolution" thing, because they usually amount to a hill of crap. "I'll lose weight." "I'll start exercising more." "I'll stop swearing." "I'll increase my output of inappropriate racially based humor."
Well, this year I decided that I am going to make one. Here comes the tease; I'm not telling anyone what it is. Yeah, I'm that cruel. I'll make a post dedicated to this yearly self-promise and then NOT share it. Deal.
The person who it pertains to will know. Hopefully. And before you begin to ask, no; I won't be telling them what it is either. If I succeed it will be apparent. If I fail then, well, no harm no foul. Everything will simply appear the same as it always has been.
One thing that I want to do that I WILL share is blog more. I do like to write and I feel that I haven't done enough of it in the last, oh, three years or so.
With all that said, this is my second post of the new year. Hooray. With any luck there will be many more inane ramblings posted on here by me.
Happy New Year.
Then there were 7 . . .
I just read the first post that I made on this blog and it was posted 6 days before the estimated due date of the baby. Well, she's here!
We welcomed Valkyrie Vega Fletcher into the world at 3:32am on September 29, 2010. She weighed in at 9lbs 4ozs and was 21 inches long. At her 8 week check she was 15lbs 1oz and 24 1/4 inches long. This kid is growing like a weed!
The birth actually better than I had imagined. I wanted another natural childbirth but I was nervous about how my bladder was going to hold up during it all. Labor started on September 27th in the evening and continued on into September 28th. I was tolerating it well. The problem was that the pain was all in my back. It was rather awful, and with the progressing contractions it was only getting worse. I got to the hospital at 4cm dilated but the baby was still high up. After some discussion with our midwife, Dave and I decided that it would be best to start some pitocin and help get the baby "engaged." I was done with the back pain and if I was going to get pitocin, there was no way I was going without some pain-aid. I got the epidural even though I was terrified of getting it (I'd had a really traumatic epidural experience in the past). It went amazingly well and worked exactly like it was supposed to. I was still able to tell when I was having a contraction but there was no pain and the entire time I had control of my movements and my body. The baby finally engaged and our midwife broke my water. I jokingly asked if she'd be ready in 45 minutes to catch the baby and we all laughed. 45 minutes later she came in to check on me (she had to wake me up--we were napping) and lo and behold, she said that I was ready to push. Um, WHAT?! Dave jumped upright out of a hazy sleep and nearly freaked out. I told our midwife that I wanted to let my contractions do what they were supposed to do and push the baby down more, so she left the room to finish up a few things while the nurse set up our room. Dave was visibly nervous and that was made even more apparent by the fact that he was asking questions about EVERYTHING the nurse was doing during her set up. It was insanely adorable. Moments later our midwife came back in and I began pushing. Dave says it was roughly 5 pushes before the baby came out. Our midwife exclaimed, "Well, I think we underestimated her weight!" and then went on to tell us that the umbilical cord was REALLY long.
That's the short version of what went on. Some of it was in my plan, some of it deviated from my plan, but in the end we have a brilliant, big, healthy baby girl. Her sisters are infatuated with her, as are we. None of us could be happier (or more sleep deprived!).
We welcomed Valkyrie Vega Fletcher into the world at 3:32am on September 29, 2010. She weighed in at 9lbs 4ozs and was 21 inches long. At her 8 week check she was 15lbs 1oz and 24 1/4 inches long. This kid is growing like a weed!
The birth actually better than I had imagined. I wanted another natural childbirth but I was nervous about how my bladder was going to hold up during it all. Labor started on September 27th in the evening and continued on into September 28th. I was tolerating it well. The problem was that the pain was all in my back. It was rather awful, and with the progressing contractions it was only getting worse. I got to the hospital at 4cm dilated but the baby was still high up. After some discussion with our midwife, Dave and I decided that it would be best to start some pitocin and help get the baby "engaged." I was done with the back pain and if I was going to get pitocin, there was no way I was going without some pain-aid. I got the epidural even though I was terrified of getting it (I'd had a really traumatic epidural experience in the past). It went amazingly well and worked exactly like it was supposed to. I was still able to tell when I was having a contraction but there was no pain and the entire time I had control of my movements and my body. The baby finally engaged and our midwife broke my water. I jokingly asked if she'd be ready in 45 minutes to catch the baby and we all laughed. 45 minutes later she came in to check on me (she had to wake me up--we were napping) and lo and behold, she said that I was ready to push. Um, WHAT?! Dave jumped upright out of a hazy sleep and nearly freaked out. I told our midwife that I wanted to let my contractions do what they were supposed to do and push the baby down more, so she left the room to finish up a few things while the nurse set up our room. Dave was visibly nervous and that was made even more apparent by the fact that he was asking questions about EVERYTHING the nurse was doing during her set up. It was insanely adorable. Moments later our midwife came back in and I began pushing. Dave says it was roughly 5 pushes before the baby came out. Our midwife exclaimed, "Well, I think we underestimated her weight!" and then went on to tell us that the umbilical cord was REALLY long.
That's the short version of what went on. Some of it was in my plan, some of it deviated from my plan, but in the end we have a brilliant, big, healthy baby girl. Her sisters are infatuated with her, as are we. None of us could be happier (or more sleep deprived!).
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