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.  :)

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