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July 1, 2010

high quality H20

ok, so I've been a little busy lately but hey, its time for a baby blog entry.

The last two weeks have been edifying, to say the least. I've learned that my baby is like a small buddha. How do I know? Because of the things I've learned... like when the baby seems hungry, that's cause it is hungry. When she's upset, well.. that's cause something is making her unhappy.. you know.. amazingly simple things like that.

but like I said, I don't want to get all mommy blogger. So let's talk more about things I've learned about me. Like how it was completely untrue that my feet would swell up and stay that huge! Completely untrue for me! My feet actually shrank down such that the last two pairs of preggo shoes I bought are now too big for me. My feet are so scrawny that they look just like Uma Thurman's feet in 'Kill Bill', which is kind of scary cause that wasn't the best foot shot ever. but hey, those are my feet now.

Also, this breastfeeding business.. I've dropped 25 lbs in two weeks (though the loml points out its probably the loss of baby, fluids, and the pinata). I'm only 10 lbs up from where I started.

But its not all good. According to my midwife, my post-pregnancy abdominal muscles are for shit (my words, not hers).. What she actually said is that my muscles are what she would expect to see in a woman who already had several children instead of just the one. But she tried to tell me it wasn't my fault and maybe I should ask my mom if the same thing happened to her abs after the first child.

I really didn't want to tell my mid-wife, but that did not make me feel better. If I recall correctly, my mother was and still is considerably more athletic than I am. As far as I can tell, the fact that my abs are still split apart more than three fingers wide across my stomach, is all my fault. Cause I'm lazy.

hee. oh well, guess I better start looking at exercise programs.

July 6, 2010

he who laughs last...

At one point during my pregnancy, I kind of went nuts with the nesting instinct and researched nearly every baby device and accessory currently in existence. This was almost a necessary evil since I had to populate the baby registry and I had no idea what was actually required to support a baby.

Little did I know that once we actually did bring the baby home, we would wind up placing her in a laundry basket (actually, she still sleeps in a laundry basket but she's getting kind of long for it.) but this is a tale for another time.

One baby item I remember reading about with a combination of awe and repugnance was the Itzbeen baby care timer. This hellish creation of a Type A personality has four timers built in that allow you to track the last time your baby had a diaper change, the last time the baby ate, the baby's sleeping time, and one extra timer that you can set for whatever else you want. So I distinctly recall thinking "hah - If I really need to track that stuff, I can just log it in a book or something". What is really funny about this product is that the description ends with a tagline of "Itzbeen baby care time is a must have for every new parent to make those first few months more enjoyable!" Seriously, what could be more enjoyable than paranoiacly (have no idea how to spell this) tracking your child's every bowel movement for months?

Well.. fast forward to now. I don't log anything because the baby does a pretty good job letting me know when she wants to eat, sleep, get a new diaper, or is upset in general. But, I am also sleep deprived. So as I stare at my deceptively innocent looking little angel, who is passed out in her swing, all I can wonder is "when is the last time I fed her?"

I know I said she would let me know when she was hungry, but I still don't feel 100% comfortable abdicating all responsibility in this matter. And the thing is, I am so wacked out of my head right now.. I have no idea the last time she ate. What I do recall is that after she ate, I gave her a bath and the loml took a picture of her looking really cute. "hah!" I think.. "I just need to find the timestamp on the camera for the photo!" but before I go and get super-complicated with this, my mom is good enough to remind me that she knows when I fed the baby and its ok. it was only two hours ago. everything is ok.

So I guess the moral of the story is, you don't need new-fangled electronic dohickeys when you have your mother around.

July 13, 2010

its bigger than you...

Every once in a while, some one will share their life-changing story with me. You may know this. Its an event that a person goes through and at some point, they realize that things must change. Usually, people have more than one of these in their lives but the tales that always seem to stick with me are the gruesome ones. Probably for the same reason that people love watching 'Law and Order', we just can't wait to see a dead body at the start and find out what the twist is at the end.

I've never talked to anyone whose story started with a dead body. The closest most people get is actually their own near-dead bodies and usually goes something like this... "and after three days, I woke up in a bathtub covered with (my own) vomit and feces. that's when I decided that I had to do something".

Now, I suppose you might be wondering what the point of this is. I guess what I am trying to say is that I need to end this prego-baby-blog. You see, I thought I could maintain a separate page for baby type stuff while keeping my regular blog going.. but the truth is that I've been in that bathtub covered with my own feces. My life has changed. and I can't compartmentalize off the baby bits. So this is the last post for this blog and any further posts will be occurring at the regular blog at at daisypit.net.

Thank you and good night!


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