This is not an April Fool's joke. I actually got my ass out of the house and went on a run. Nothing too impressive. I did day 1,week 1 of the couch to 5k training program. I mapped my run and it ended up being over 2 miles. My legs still feel a bit jello-y and I definitely couldn't walk a straight line by my cool down. But I feel pretty fucking great.
I've had some breakthroughs at therapy. Telling my dad about my PPD was such a relief and I'm still riding a high from it. I have to talk to the big bird now. I hate to admit it but I have been minimizing to him too. I know he's already dealing with so much working full time and doing the majority of the child care. Complaining to him feels so selfish. My therapist wants me to get over feeling like telling people who care about me when I'm struggling is burdening them.
In peep news she was supposed to get her 6 month vaccinations this morning (she had the croup and was on steroids around her 6 month appt) but she spiked a 102 degree fever last night. It was gone this morning but her nose was very runny and she had a cough. The nurse said she couldn't give vaccines if she had a fever within the last 24 hours so we need to reschedule again. We weighed her while we were there because she's still a happy spitter but she's gained a pound in 3 weeks so I'm happy there.