I’m late to write this week mostly because it barely occurred to me until late last night. I took this as a great sign. I have a 4 month old now. A year ago I was just realizing I was pregnant again after 2 losses. We were holding our breath, quietly waiting for this child to be taken from us too and here he is so smiley, strong, and deliciously chubby. Happiness trumps a scale any day.
I have one PT session left and am still doing my core exercises daily. I made it back to the gym once too and am looking forward to moving my body with joy on a regular basis. (Exercise is such a dirty word)