I went out to the pool and worked out last night. The families with the loudest most awful kids are on vacation, so I shared the pool with this other guy and we each took half. It was bliss. Of course, today even my fingers hurt from all the resistance stuff I was doing. And I slept like a stone. I was falling asleep in the chair trying to stay up for Saturday night live and just gave it up and went to sleep.

I slept in until 10 and then we put the baby in the bassinet. We're teaching her how to get herself asleep, which is just what she did.

Mike and I have been trying to make love for two weeks. Thank god, the baby went asleep.

It's been tempting lately to just blow off this whole nursing thing with the corresponding exhaustion, shared body, disinterest in sex, inability to ever have my food right and the lack of time to exercise things going on. I miss having my very own body, but when I lay or sit down to nurse her, I know I'd miss nursing her more than any of that. I love how she plays with me when she nurses.

She smiles and giggles and flirts with me when we nurse. She searches my face over as if she's memorizing every wrinkle and gray hair. I listen to her hum or murmur while she nurses, fall into her dark brown eyes and avoid her kicks.

Kicks? Yes, little Pele kicks the whole time she nurses. She digs her little toes into whatever foothold she can find and kicks the crap out of me. If I wrap up her legs in a blanket, she kicks free of them and then searches for my thighs again and then kicks. I used to joke about her being a soccer player in utero, but I'm not going to be surprised at all to see her don her brothers old soccer cleats and steal his soccer ball and run around. The only time she stops kicking is if I put a pillow in front of my legs and then she'll stop.

I still can't get over the fact that I actually had sex this morning. And then, the really neat part? We fell asleep all snuggled against each other. I woke up feeling like a princess. I love my kids, but I adore my husband.