Thursday, July 31, 2014
I am really starting to feel my energy dwindle as time goes on. Doing songs in my dance class and barely being able to enjoy them. It will all return and energy will be mine again, I just didn't think my ass would handed to me so early. It's a better week of not eating out as much and exercising more consistently. This morning I didn't wake up for my dance class, but I am doing water aerobics instead tonight. I did go yesterday morning. Did I mention I have been having dreams about running? I have been eating sweets for days. I made a crumble for a potlock, so I had that sitting around after. Then I made zucchini bread from my garden. Yesterday I was like "Ok today it ends!" Someone brought a dozen donuts into work. I stood my ground and ate my snacks i brought! Almonds, yogurt and blueberries.
I had a fun phone call with my mom this week. She called to tell me that I should name the baby after my dad. Lots of people have been named after my grandfather and my dad deserves a name. This sent me flying off the handle. I understand where she's coming from. But we were trying to get pregnant longer then he has been dead. That seems a bit morbid to me and why do people (anyone, family, anyone) think they can tell u what to name your child? I doubt she would have been happy if she was told who to name my brother and I after. The convo ended in both of us crying and her her saying "I wish I was the one that died" and hung up on me. We made up finally. Now Scott and I are considering different names. Enrich might be a bit too weird. The only other name starting with an M (dad Marc) that we can agree on is Max. Which is also my great grandfathers name, whom my dad was named after. Naming a baby is hard, I never would have thought it would be this hard.