I'm going to say it: Weekends are brutal. A wedding? Yep. Wedding cake? Sure. Wedding food...but you know it didn't go as planned.
I tried hard to get out of this. With my body feeling so low (like a heavy lead blanket is constantly lying on me), an 11 month old, and being 4 1/2 mo preggo...I knew going to a wedding would equal disaster. Hubs was in the wedding...he wasn't happy with us not going. I caved. We went
LONG day.
Soccer game first with 6 yr old. I packed a cooler. Pat myself on the back. Skim milk cheese, lowfat yogurt, whole grain bread with peanut butter and nutella, banana. It was satisfying.
I took hubs to the wedding. I went back to mom's for a 4 hr rest. It went well. Mom baked cupcakes. Had two, it was worth it.
Time for the reception. Deep breath, get through it.
Baby and I sat for two hours alone. We sat against a wall and were cornered in by the food line. People were literally one foot away from us, occasionally bumping into the stroller I had. I put it there to block the traffic from getting any closer. Trying to eat with every wedding guest looking at you is really trying.
The wedding went like any other, and we finally got home around 11. It was hellish. The next day, I had a hangover of a different sorts, caused by a lack of sleep and total exhaustion.
I really pride myself that I didn't over-indulge that day. I really could have. Really.
I am still, today, feeling horribly shaky and not well. Did eat oats and toast for breakfast. Banana snack. Leftovers for lunch. Still feel wretched. Hoping all is ok with baby Beckett #2. Going for doc appointment tomorrow.
Weight is same as before.
I feel worse than before (blame it on the long hard weekend?)
More updates later.
P.S> My bloodpressure was 88/45 last night. Montt is hoping it is because that we are using his cuff, which is made for a larger arm. I will bring this up tomorow with doc.
