November 2011
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By the end of the day I am one big ball of anxiety
I don’t know why looking after a baby all day makes me so stressed out. It’s not the mechanics of it that bother me. I love being with him and feeding him and changing his diapers and taking him for walks.
He’s a really good baby. Today he woke up while I was on the treadmill and didn’t make a sound. He just sat in his stroller and watched me until I was done. In the...
Date night
Me: I know I kind of look like a slob, but I’m just happy I don’t have any baby spit-up on me.
Ken: *smiles*
Me: I don’t have any baby spit-up on me right?
Ken: I wasn’t going to say anything…
Tradition
Because my family is vegetarian, our Thanksgiving meal consisted of seitan stew and quinoa with chickpeas. Just as we sat down to eat, Nugg decided he wanted his Thanksgiving meal first, so I had to leave the table. By the time I got back, everyone had finished eating and had started to get up and mill around. In all the craziness I even forgot to take a moment to reflect and say thanks.
There...
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Happy Thanksgiving!
I hope you all get your pie holes stuffed!!!!
Seriously, LOVE to all of you. Brandon would send kisses if he had the proper muscle control and brain development.
Snippets of our morning conversation
“I’m pretty sure my mom just told me not to have anal.”
“I’d better file this baby’s coke nail down before people start talking.”
“Either Michael Bolton’s getting sexier or my lady parts have given up.”
please help our (ph)riend
bestgirlbetty:
This is something that’s tugged at me for a very long time. Today a conversation with @Yidago made me realize it’s time to stop letting it tug at me and actually do something about it.
As you know, our friend Christa was diagnosed with Pulmonary Hypertension last year. This diagnosis caused Christa to lose her job, her financial freedom, and a way of life many take for granted.
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Thinky thoughts
I’m sitting right by the door at Starbuck’s, so I’m the first thing people see when they come in. They see a tiny little lady crocheting. (That’s me, all five feet of me.) It makes me wonder what they think about me.
They have no idea I have a 7 week old waiting for me at home who makes me laugh out loud every single day.
Or that I’m wearing breast pads and...
I'm at Starbuck's BY MYSELF!!!
Thank God for awesome breast pumps and even awesomer husbands.
EEEEeeeeee I don’t even know what to do with myself…
Lady on the elevator: *peering into the stroller* Oh! So sweet! How old is he?
Me: Almost 7 weeks now.
Lady: Enjoy him. They grow up so fast. Mine’s 50 and it happened overnight.
…and that’s why the Nugget is napping on my chest right now instead of his crib and I don’t care if he gets used to it he can do it right up until he leaves for college dammit…
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Dear Kid,
I need you to learn to fall asleep on your own, so I’m standing here, right outside your line of vision. The minute you cry, I’m going to scoop you up into my arms so fast you’ll think you teleported there. But as long as you’re just cooing and stretching and making faces at your mobile, I’m going to hang back and let you work it out by yourself.
But I’m here...
Things no one tells you about motherhood
You’ll wake up at 3 am to nurse a baby that will be so happy to see you he won’t go back to sleep until just before 5:30. By the time you lay him back in his crib, you’ll be ravenous. (It’s what breastfeeding does.) You’ll pour yourself a bowl of granola cereal (the kind with the chocolate chunks that turn your milk all chocolate-y the way Cocoa Puffs used to do. ...
4:15 am Nov 14 (Mon)
redcloud:
monkeyfrog:
redcloud:
do-over:
*thump*
Robin, we have to stop meeting like this. People will talk!
GLARFFFFFFFF
Uhh, PERPERDERG?
(I Can’t Get No) Slumber party!
I am so sorry!
For every time I gave a woman with a screaming baby a dirty look. I paid that karma back a billion fold today.
Anywho, the kid proved that he can simultaneously have a meltdown and breastfeed, making it sound like there’s a howler monkey under my cover-up. Guess who had to carry their shrieking kid out of Target today!
A (Half) Day in the Life
Nugget Log, Day 37
2:30 AM Eat!
3:30 AM Eat again!
5:15 AM Eat again again!
6:50 AM Breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day.
8:40 AM Breakfast Redux.
9:30 AM Listen to mom yammer on about colors and numbers. Pontificate on the meaning of life in my own Nugget way. Practice giggling.
10:00 AM Bouncy chair and watching mom unload the dishwasher. Sing to me woman!
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PSA
I thought I was in the clear because the crying jags and overwhelming sadness had gone away. I was no longer blue, so no postpartum depression, right?
Except for the fact that I’ve been paralyzed by anxiety. I’m unable to make any decisions about my baby because I’m so terrified of making a mistake. I have to talk myself down from a panic attack on a daily basis. If he so...
Making mountains out of molehills (This is TOTALLY...
I spent 40% of yesterday crying. Balls to the wall, all out, no holds barred crying. The kind where every sob comes from deep inside your chest and sounds like you’re dry heaving.
Why? Because my kid puked. We were sitting on the couch cooing at each other and making smiley faces and being in love and suddenly puke was coming out his mouth and out his nose and it got all over him and me...
I'm not sure what's worse
That I’m picking Dorito crumbs off my baby, or that I’m eating them.
Things making me happy this morning
I have 10 more pounds to lose before I’m at my pre-pregnancy weight. I haven’t gotten the go-ahead from my doctor to start exercising yet, so all I’ve been doing is walking on the treadmill for 10 minutes at a time and short bursts of Dance Central on Kinect. I’ve lost all my pregnancy weight strictly through breastfeeding. And lots o’ stress.
The kid is still...
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Truthful Tuesday
Sometimes Ken comes home from work and I hand the baby over and crawl into bed and pull the covers up over my head and I pretend I’m in a cave where nobody can find me.
Not anybody.
