2.85 miles

It was a rough day yesterday, I seriously think something is wrong with my little angel, he was all lethargic and tired but wouldn't sleep (bloodshot eyes are ugly on me, but on my baby....they are heartbreaking). He grunts and growls but can't seem to poop and I'm relatively certain his tummy is killing him.

Every time I set him down he cried, every time I picked him up he moaned and grunted, every time I patted his back or rubbed his tummy he arched his back and howled.

After being up with him since 2:30am, by the time Josh got home I was ready for some help. And a nap.

So I did the laundry, and the dishes, and cleaned the kitchen, and went for a run.

I haven't run or even walked for....longer than I care to admit (or figure out) so I was pretty proud that I did 2.85 miles! And I could have done more, but I told Josh I'd only be gone about 30 minutes. And if his evening had been anything like mine, I couldn't stand to leave him alone any longer. It hadn't. Thomas was asleep when I got home and had been since I left. Is it bad that it makes me mad that he waits for Dad to come home and then sleeps like an an angel?

It felt really good to get out of the house, to move without rocking, swaying and bouncing to sooth the baby (OK I rocked a little....but only as much as you can on an elliptical). It was nice to see that other people more than 20 inches long exist. It was good to do something completely uninterrupted. As in, I stopped because I felt like it, not because Thomas needed me.

If it wasn't so cold outside I'd call my neighbor (hi Eva!) and see if she wanted to go for a walk....but I don't dare because it's a whopping 36 degrees outside, and even if I bundle him up, I think Thomas would freeze.

So here's to walking, or running, or moving, or leaving the house. And here's to my amazing husband who let me.

Who knows? Maybe I'll be back to my 5K a day by Christmas.