Last night, I decided to break out of the 3 mile mold and do something a little extra, so I ran 4 miles instead of 3. And I wasn't necessarily trying to do them at a faster pace, but I still managed to get them all done at a sub-11 pace:
Mile 1: 10:55
Mile 2: 10:43
Mile 3: 10:41
Mile 4: 10:55
Total Time: 43:16
Yesterday, in non-running related stuff, Jerry and I went to daycare with Norah so we could chat with her teachers, get a sense for what we need to supply, what things will be like for her while there, see what other babies will be her compatriots, etc. We visited the daycare when I was pregnant, but going in with her now gave me a new perspective, and I actually had questions for them, so that was good.
The people there are very nice, and everything is run with efficiency and cleanliness, and it was fun to see that they have already labeled Norah's crib, cubby, etc with her name and appointed color. They answered all my questions and then some, and in general, I think that it's a supreme daycare. But, then on the way out, one of the women in the office asked me: "So, how do you feel leaving her in our care?" And I nearly started to cry. Then, when we got out in the parking lot, the water works really started.
I know she'll be in good care, and she will only be in daycare in the afternoon, for about 4 hours a day, so I'll still be home with her all morning, and Jerry will pick her up when he's done with work and be home with her for a couple of hours before I get home each evening. But, but, but...it's gonna be tough to be apart from my baby girl! I still have a few weeks before I return to work (my first day back is Oct 20th), but that date is already becoming a duplicitous deadline: I want to go back to work, yet I want to stay home with her. Ugh.
Anyhoo...on the 19th, I'm going to go back to daycare with Norah and bring all of her supplies with her and actually stay there for a few hours so that the actual drop off on the 20th isn't so stressful and sad. And I think that will help, but I still expect to cry my eyes out on the 20th.
On a funny note, though, when we were leaving yesterday, Jerry cracked: "So, there were some uggo babies in there, weren't there?" That made me crack up and feel much better after the tear-fest. And it was true; there were some babies in there with faces only a mother could love!