I love new challenges. That was what always drove me during my career as a cyclist, and it´s what drives me now as well! When things get boring and I feel to comfortable I look and strive for changes.
My situation at the moment is very different from what I have been used to. To be a mum is the most amazing thing I have ever experienced but while Morris is still so little it´s a limit to how much that happens… Sleep, eat, change diapers, eat, sleep, change diapers, eat…. and so the day goes…
Even though I sort of have my hands full I felt like I wanted something to do on the side while spending so much time at home. So when my parents were here last week my dad brought “a baby” from his sourdough (my dad is sort of a sourdough master) Maybe that´s a bit cheating but I still need to keep it alive and get it to do the magic when baking with it…
My first attempt was a hazelnut whole-wheat bread with apricot.
Day one (in the evening) I used the sourdough base that I got from my dad and made the “pre dough”. I store it warm over night and hoped (fingers crossed) to wake up to a bubbly dough that was ready to bake with!
It worked and this is how I spent my day baking my first ever sourdough bread:
Sourdough bread is so tasty and it definitly feels like a better choice for a bread lover like me!
Martin left for training camp with his team this morning. That means home alone for the first time since Morris arrived and it´s funny how I for the first time feel like I´m the lucky one.
Dropping him off at the train station was weird and not like any time before. To kiss me good bye is routine. But this time was different… and I´m happy it isn´t me leaving for 10 days.
As a rider I was always a bit jealous about the pro men. I used to think that it´s not fair how easy it is for them to move on with their life while still being active. They can start a family and have their wife’s at home raising the kids while they keep doing what they do…
I know some women give birth during their career and I really do admire them. That has never been an option for me as I can´t see how I could combine those two. Maybe it would be different if I was doing a more individual sport like cross country skiing or mtb where you can “be your own team” and travel the world and have your baby with you?!
I was very determined to finish my career before starting this next chapter and I´m very glad I made that decision.
What I understand now is that I had no reason to be jealous of the pro men because it isn´t any easier for them. Being the mum or dad doesn´t matter, it´s never easy to leave the little one. They grow up so fast and by leaving, if only for some days, you risk missing out of the first smile, the first step, the first words or just as simple as the smell of their skin.
Martin got almost 4 weeks at home from Morris birth and that has been perfect for our little family. But to be home for so long while the season is rolling has also been weird for him and towards the end he started to get restless. He loves his job and couldn´t wait to get back into it, at the same time realizing he will miss Morris.
He is already the best dad in the world and what´s good with him leaving is that he will be back soon!
Home alone for the first time won´t last long as my parents are visiting.
During my pregnancy I have been missing my body pretty much. The freedom to be able to do what I want and to be filled with energy was what I missed the most.
Don´t know what´s normal but maybe it´s because of my history from being a top athlete. Always super fit and having 100% control over my body contra not even being comfortable to tie my shoes nor to shave my own legs…
I was looking forward to post pregnancy and that freedom again. To fit into normal clothes, not carry any extra kilos anymore and to be able to excercise like normal.
Some parts are going to plan, like the fact that I can see my own toes again and to tie my shoes without problem. And my weight is going steady down. To peak above 70kg at the end was weird and I´m happy to see those kilos dissapearing. That I dropped 10kg since his birth helps a bit atleast 🙂
Because Morris came to the world through c. section I´m still wearing “prego”pants to protect the scar that needs to grow. And for training I have very hard restrictions and I´m not allowed to carry any heavier then the babys weight. I can push the boogie but not in any hills, which makes it a bit complicated since we live on the top of a hill…
I need to be extra careful for atleast 2-3 more weeks and with lifting heavier weights they do say up to 12 weeks…
12 weeks seems like a long time. Not that I´m very keen on getting back into the gym but it´s more that someones tells you what you can´t do instead of what you can!
I have been through operations before but never such serious one as this. They have been through 5 layers to get him out and I do realize that I need to be extra careful.
Before I have just listened to my body and to push it a littlebit hasn´t been a risk. But when my midwife came for a home visit the other day and I told her I had been out with my boogie she looked seriously at me and told me off…
That´s how I am and how I always been, so guess it´s good that someone is telling me off! To push boundurys is just normal for me…
Summer is on it´s way and luckily they haven´t said anything about riding my bike… Maybe I won´t even ask 🙂
My road back to a becoming a fit mum will probably take some time but that doesn´t matter.
If there´s something we have me & Morris, it´s time <3