Finding a way.

So far the news has been good from the OB. Everything is going well, the baby is growing, and so on and so forth. I am starting to find a rhythm to my days at home alone. I started a to-do list and I am slowly working my way thru it. A couple of wonderful birthday gifts are fueling my reading addiction. All in all its becoming bearable. What sucks is that I can feel myself getting more and more out of shape with each passing day. A trip upstairs from the basement now leaves me hopelessly winded. I feel like I need a nap everyday. One silver lining is that the scale didn't explode from my inactivity. Granted I am also not as hungry since I am not really doing anything. I count the days until number 2 gets here. I anxiously await rejoining my BGR sisters and going to my crossfit cube. But in the mean time I am finding a way to not implode.