I am doing that Couch-to-5K running program on the cool runnings website. I have to say, I am loving it. I run three times a week for about 30 minutes, and you start off really slow, doing intervals. I’m on week three right now and am not at all getting tired of it which is shocking because usually I can convince myself that any kind of exercise is not necessary and that all I need to do to lose weight is eat more chips. Really, I have that kind of power over myself. But not this time. I’m actually looking forward to it, and a couple times have had to hold myself back from doing two days in a row. I am hoping I will be able to get through the 9 week program and get back into my old running shape. For some reason I am gaining weight, though not eating drastically differently. Granted, we’re trying to get pregnant again….but still. The only excuse for this weight gain is if I’m already pregnant, which I’m kind of thinking I’m not yet. Or that Monkeyman’s sperm weighs about 5-8 pounds.
Which opens up another tub full of crap….getting pregnant. What will Monkeyboy think about that? Will my marriage survive? It should be noted that it barely survived the last time. And we actually had money then. Now we do not. But above and beyond everything else, I want a sibling for Monkeyboy. I want him to be able to pass on his love for Will Smith’s Get Jiggy With It , his distaste for baths and any type of food product, and his everlasting generosity and sense of humor. I want him to know what it is to have a brother or sister in his world who will understand his family dynamic like no one else can….and marriage be damned. I hope for the best of course, but coming from where I started……it’s always going to be on the table for me and the same for Monkeyman. We’re okay for now, so that’s going to have to be good enough.