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I went for a nice, brisk 4-mile walk this afternoon while G watched Lucy. Halfway home, I decided to try running. I only went for about 8 minutes (3/4 mile) but it felt surprisingly great. It was the 1st time I’ve run in over 5 months- the last time was in mid-October. I was 6 months pregnant and ran around Green Lake. Today’s run was much shorter but funnily enough I ran at about the same pace as I did in October (10 1/2 min./mile). I was definitely not wearing the right bra (my nursing breasts need a lot more support) but otherwise I felt no pain. I’m totally jazzed about running again. I got my first taste of “the buzz” in a long time. I’m already plotting when I can get out for a “real” run soon.

My baby is 2 months old! How did that happen so quickly? Although I can’t believe she’s 8 weeks old, I must admit that laboring and delivering Lucy seems a distant memory. On Monday we went to her pediatrician for the official 2 month visit. She shocked us all by being UNDER 12 pounds (just barely at 11 pounds 15 ounces). G and I were sure she’d be closer to 12 1/2. Her length is 23 1/2 inches putting her in perfect proportion at the 75th percentile for both height and weight.

She had her 1st round of vaccinations, which was somewhat traumatic for us all. 3 days later, she’s back to her normal smiling, sweet-natured self. Lucy continues to enchant us all and her latest captive audience is Granny W. who is here visiting us from Scotland for a week. I recently spoke to a friend who I hadn’t heard from in a while. He asked me to describe motherhood and I couldn’t help but gush with the adoration and awe I feel for Lucy. There’s something that seems perfect and untainted about a mother’s love for her child, n’est-ce pas? I don’t think she has completely shut out my interest in other things, but she’s most definitely center stage for now.

Tummy Time
New set of photos on flickr: Lucy XII. Eight weeks if she’s a day.