Gametes In Love

As of a week ago my belly has majorly deflated (see 39w shot). My abdominal muscles are reclaiming their position and I am down 23.5 lbs with another 19 to go to get to my ideal weight (a little less if I just want to get to my pre-pregnancy weight). I’m both happy and sad over this.

Happy because I feel like my sessions with my personal trainers (both before pregnancy and during) have really helped me recover quickly from the cesarean surgery and also get to this point. I know these last 19 lbs (and XX inches) will be rough to loose, but we’ll get there.

Sad on the other hand, because I loved being pregnant and not knowing if I’ll ever have that experience again is incredibly sad for me. For the little things that I don’t miss about being pregnant (back-pain, having difficulty trimming my own toenails) there were 10 other things that I do (baby kicks, big round belly, lack of hair-loss, … sleep). I knew I wouldn’t stay pregnant forever, I just didn’t think letting go of the experience would be as hard.

Taking care of G, though, is a full-time job which leaves very little time for thought beside the task at hand, so it’s a good distraction, and a good way to get over my sadness and rejoice in him being with us.

G also must like having a fit mommy. I discovered a quick way to get him quiet on his crying sprees. Put him in the Moby wrap and then get on the elliptical — no joke, that knocks him out in a good 2 minutes flat! I’m hoping that by the holidays I’ll have my old figure back (if not the weight) and by the end of September I’ll gear up the courage to try my pre-pregnancy pants 🙂

I haven’t written yet about Neko’s response to G.

Let’s put it this way: Neko spends most of his day in the farthest corner of the house from G. It’s not just the crying baby that gets him: I genuinely think Neko is afraid of G. Yep, my 17lb, twice-the-size-of-the-baby Maine Coon is afraid of G!

Where Neko used to come into the nursery before G was born, he is now intimidated by that room. It took him a long while to even enter and when he does it’s barely past the door, hunched down. He makes a run for it as soon as you gesture him to come in. When I pick him up and carry him over to the baby he pushes back and can’t wait to get away. He also gives us these looks: ones that seem to say “The new toy you brought home seems to be broken. You taking it back?”

On the bonus side, I guess my dad would be pleased: he was ready to buy us a tent for the crib so that Neko won’t jump in there. Even before G Neko would never get in the crib. Hide under it? Sure (and swat for strangers’ legs), but never in it. Now I think Neko first needs to get in the room before he even considers getting in the crib. I think we’re safe for a long while 🙂

G on the other hand is completely ignorant of Neko’s existence. This doesn’t surprise me for the time being, but I do wonder when he’ll realize he’s a “little brother”.

I’m looking forward to them playing with each other though. Even if all that means is Neko tolerating G as G tries to suck on his tail… or ride him.