27 April 2012

that was a good story

Today I was changing little man's diaper and he started peeing. He seems to like to do that once the diaper comes off. I was impressed by the height of the arc so I moved my wrist, which was partially blocking the stream, to witness the truly remarkable trajectory. Then I realized he was getting pee all over the couch so I put my wrist back in the line of fire and successfully blocked the rest and saved that couch's  (fabric) hide.

23 April 2012

getting there

My body is returning to its pre-pregnancy in most respects slowly but surely. My attitude toward food resembles how it was, which is a relief. I no longer find sweets very interesting. Drinking milk (I feel like I need to say cow's milk here because there's a different kind of milk that I'm dealing heavily with these days) is less desirable. Potatoes are just decent and not the stuff of my dreams. Tortilla chips with melted cheese (a.k.a. nachos) are no longer my daily companion. I'm getting reacquainted with hunger pains, which mainly took the form of nausea in my pregnant body, and I'm getting back into drinking water because I like it and not because I am forcing myself to hydrate.

It's hard to believe it's been nearly two weeks since I birthed a human child. Life is totally different right now and I feel like I have a long way to go until I can get back to doing things like cleaning, cooking, running errands, working, etc. I keep thinking of people who do this whole having a baby thing with a young'un already in tow and wonder how that's logistically possible. I'm pretty immobilized. The baby sleeps a lot and I try to sleep sometimes when he's sleeping too. When he is awake, he spends a lot of time nursing. He proves the adage that babies tend to do not much more than sleep, eat, and poop or pee. As his mother (I'm a parent?!), I'm doing much of the same for now.

Tim wrote about his birth story, which is posted on the married blog with some pictures: http://timandarowan.blogspot.com/

I could say a lot more about his birth, but maybe the blog isn't the best venue. It's all been pretty unreal and I'm coming to terms. It's amazing, though. I like to remember the moment when he first came out and the first few hours afterward, especially in the midst of some mild baby blues. I fell in love pretty hard right then.

09 April 2012


40 weeks and counting . . . funny, I don't feel huge. Well, not huger, anyway. I feel like my belly hasn't changed for weeks. But then I see pictures like this one or step on the scale (it's official, I have now surpassed 50 pounds), and I realize I'm being deceived.

Due dates are mostly meaningless, but I feel mine (today!) deserves a commemorative blog post. And maybe the kid will decide to show himself sometime this week! Here's to you, kid. We promise to give you a real name someday.

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