Back in Black

I had my 6 week post-partum checkup yesterday. This basically means that you go in and they ask you how you are doing (I have a newborn. How the fuck do you think I am doing?) and then they check your cervix. My cervix is fine, thanks for asking. This means that I get the okay for two important activities: Exercise and sexual intercourse. Woohoo! Todd is very excited about that second one. Sadly, I am more excited about getting to exercise. (Just kidding, Toddler.)

I started going back to the gym again this morning. I had not been since before having Matilda, and even then, I was just swimming, and not that hard at that. Boy, am I out of shape! It was great to be back, though, and like my friend Steph, Annie on endorphins is a much better human.

The drawback to having a newborn is that she is not able to go to the gym nursery until she is three months old. That means, for me to go to the gym, I have to have Todd watch her. That means, that i have to WORK OUT IN THE EARLY MORNING. [gasp] No, I am not kidding people. I worked out this morning before having coffee. I drove a CAR without having coffee. I spoke to that woman that takes your ID card at the desk, and she spoke back to me, and I did not rip her head off. For those of you that know me, this was a feat of unheard of proportions.

And I survived! I actually, once i got going, enjoyed watching all the morning gym rats, listening to Todd's IPod workout mix (Isn't listening to someone's playlist almost like peering into their private thoughts?), laughing at the thought of my oh-so-tough husband treadmilling it to Back In Black, and making fun in my head of Katie Couric on the Today Show. I came home and got a shower in before 9 am. And best of all? I don't have to spend the rest of the day worrying about how I am going to have to fit in a shower and a workout during the day.

I feel so accomplished! [Cue Back in Black.]