Porgie and I are becoming couch potatoes. Big, fat, lazy couch potatoes. I blame myself for this horrible turn of events, and I am having a really hard time reversing this trend.
I am fast approaching the third trimester of this pregnancy (only one week away - AHHH!), and I am feeling the effects of being near the end. I am getting bigger. Some days I wake up and feel like my belly has grown several inches over night. I am starting to feel uncomfortable when I bend over to pick things up. I get winded after walking up stairs or carrying Porgie across the house. In a nutshell, things are getting rough. And the worst part is, I still have three month to go. If I feel like this now, what will my life be like in November?
Due to my expanding belly, the extremely hot weather, and a horrible case of the baby fussies, we have been watching television excessively in our household. When I get up in the morning, I typically watch CNN and/or read blogs. During this time, Porgie usually runs around the house playing and shoveling Cheerios into her mouth. At 9:00, I always turn on Sesame Street. I don't really know why I turn this show on - habit maybe? At 10:00, we usually go out on the deck and run around. Around 10:30, we start the nap time routine (change diaper, read three books, and drink a bottle). Porgie is usually sleep by 11:00.
When Porgie wakes up at 1:00, I feed her lunch. Then I do the dishes and boil the bottles, while she plays with her toys and practices walking around the house. At 2:00, I turn on Blues Clues. Porgie alternates between watching TV, walking, and playing. At 3:00, I usually try to get out of the house (we go to Target A LOT - and the grocery store). We are usually home by 4:00. If its nice out, I'll let Porgie play outside. However, most of the time it is too hot out, so we end up playing in the house. This usually leads to a fussy baby, which leads me to a Baby Einstein video. At 5:00, Porgie eats dinner. Then John gets home and plays with the baby until bedtime at 7:00.
Have you noticed the excessive amounts of TV being watched? I am feeling pretty guilty about this arrangement. In my defense, this isn't an accurate portrayal of everyday. We have swim class two days per week - so we don't watch Sesame Street on those days. And sometimes the weather cooperates, and we go outside in the afternoon. And sometimes we have a playdate.
However, I still feel like Porgie watches WAY TOO MUCH television. My fears is that things are only going to get worse in the next few months.