Postpartum Something

Almost 8 weeks postpartum and I'm still suffering from what I consider to be the absolute most dreadful aspect of pregnancy. No, it's not postpartum depression (although if this continues it could turn into that). Last night I attempted my first post pregnancy run. I strapped on my tennies and headed out the door with my Ipod in hand. I was feeling good and eagerly anticipating 30 minutes of painful bliss in the warm evening air. I stretched my legs out, set my stopwatch, and turned on my Ipod. As the music started to thump in my ear, a sick feeling washed over me (and no, I wasn't listening to country music). I tried to ignore it, but that nauseous feeling persisted until midway through my run when I was so out of breath and my legs were so heavy that the pain in my quads distracted from the overwhelming urge to "toss my cookies." The past few days, the daily temperature has crept up along with the humidity. It feels about like it did last fall when I was "newly" pregnant and sick as a dog... brutal. The heat combined with the activities that I took part in while feeling so nauseous last fall seem to be causing some deja vu. The past few days of swim lesson have also illicited that sick feeling. I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever feel normal again? The mere sight of Maalox and Tums make me sick right now and I don't think I'll ever be able to eat a darn thing that has even a pinch of ginger in it. (Side note: ginger root capsules don't go well with severe indigestion.) Good thing little Todd is worth it all!
Speaking of persistent and swimming... Hayley is definitely persistent, persistent at being strong willed. We have been in swim lesson since March 3rd. Yes, the daily swim lesson where I drive all the way to the instructor's home, put Hayley in the pool for a 10 minute lesson, get her dressed, and drive all the way back home. This was only supposed to be a 2 week refresher course, but Hurricane? Apparently Hurricane felt she needed more time in the pool. The crux of this extended lesson? Hayley's adamant refusal (not inability, but REFUSAL) to float. Hayley is smart as a whip (if I do say so myself). She can count to 10, knows her entire alphabet as well as the sound each letter makes, and can determine a sucker from a mile away. However, it has taken 14 weeks to convince Hayley that floating really isn't all that bad. See Hayley just wanted to swim, which is fine and dandy until she gets tired and seeing how we are trying to teach her SURVIVAL swimming, floating becomes a necessary part of her survival in the water. Apparently what neither I, not the instructor (who has the patience of a saint) were aware of is that Hayley wanted to teach us something about herself. That is that you don't convince Hayley of anything... she makes up her own mind when she's darn good and ready. And apparently she is FINALLY ready. Just last Friday she finally began floating around the pool. And guess what? It must not be that bad. Because now? Now Hayley refuses to swim... she just wants to FLOAT!!! The good news is that Hayley is a record holder. Miss Amy has been teaching ISR lessons for over 10 years and has never encountered a student with the iron will of Miss Hurricane. Miss Amy says that Hayley is going to be famous someday and we'll read about her in the news. Call me crazy, but somehow I don't think that Hayley will be famous for taking a gold medal for swimming at the 2020 olympic games. I think it is quite possible that both Hayley and poor innocent little Todd will be blacklisted from any toddler activities in the southwest Florida region.
So, I'm really beginning to worry about potty training...