I went to the gym
No, you don’t understand.
I went to the gym.
That mystical place where people go to feel fit and healthy and happy and freshly-sauna-ed.
I used to know it well. But over the last two months- TWO MONTHS- I haven’t made it there once.
So, when I say that I went the gym, it means a lot.
It means I don’t feel like I’m going to yak every minute of the day.
It means I have the energy.
It means that these four kilos I’ve gained in the past three months might be the only four I gain for a few weeks (Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind gaining weight during pregnancy. But I worked HARD to get my body back, and I don’t want to surrender it completely at week 15.)
And these days, it also means I have the TIME.
Because lately? Time has been something I haven’t really had.
August was INSANE. I knew it would be insane, and it really lived up to its hype.
In addition to moving out of my office, moving flats, finishing up photography, being pregnant, and being a mom, I substituted part-time at a daycare three days a week.
I have roughly 4 shoots on my memory card I haven’t even looked at. I haven’t been out with friends for weeks. My kids were repeatedly shipped off to my in-laws’ while we packed and unpacked.
September. Just get to September.
My August mantra.
Well, it’s September, and I can say that my flat looks like a HOME and not a storage container, full of boxes. I have mixed feelings about our new place, but that’s for a later post.
I loved substituting at the daycare (which, by the way, shocked me COMPLETELY), but that’s on hold for the moment- they’ll ask for me ad hoc. I learned a lot whilst working at the daycare- again later post.
I have my last three shoots in the next five days. Again, mixed feelings.
My nausea is all but gone completely. When I get tired or too hungry I get sick, but no random vomiting. Huzzah!
I feel like I’ve got time to breathe. Breathe and edit. Which will most likely make my clients the happiest. :)