Thursday, May 26, 2011


What the shit, y'all? He crawls, he climbs, he pulls himself up to stand!?! He fights Mothra and Cloverfield and whatever JJ Abrams cooked up in Super 8? BABYZILLA!
And no longer lays on the floor like a stranded turtle. Nope, he sits up and plays. He rummages through his toy bin, picks out something to nom nom, and plays. Like a person and stuff. Weird.
And this. I heart this. Being his personal human jungle gym. His favorite toy.
Enough about the baby, already! What about me? Meh. I have a few leads on part-time freelance work that I'm following. I may be gainfully employed again next month. We'll see. I'm trying to be enthusiastic about it, since it's good for our goal of moving within a couple of years (there are so very many house repairs and projects that need to be done, and we have to save for a new down payment since we'll undoubtedly lose money on our house in this market). At least I'm able to keep it part-time, and not worry about staring down the barrel of full-time work as a nursing mom overwhelmed with anxiety about working all the time and with guilt about sending her baby to daycare for 8+ hours a day. I don't want to go to there (again). Some can handle it; I am not among them.

And the diet and exercise continue. I have a few sessions left with a personal trainer and am getting my ass thoroughly kicked twice a week. It kind of hurts to hold up a toothbrush, people. But it's working. And dieting, well, it sucks donkey taint but it's also working. All you have to do is eat food devoid of flavor and joy, and you can lose weight, too! It feels like I subsist on twigs and berries, but it's not all bad. For instance, Piedmontese burgers. Just, yes. (Wouldn't it be awesome to get back to fighting weight and then try to get pregnant again? Ah, but that is still a post for another day.)

Happy long weekend, all.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Speed Demon

The boy, how he grows. A month or so ago, he learned to flip on his belly. A couple of weeks ago he was figuring out how to hoist his behind in the air and get up on hands and knees. Now he crawls. And pulls himself up by the rails of his crib. And can climb. And I have a heart attack. I die.

The motivation to move? Get to my iPhone case. The prize? Get in mah mouth!

Friday, May 13, 2011

Jump, Jump

Y'all, that's wiggity wiggity wiggity wiggity whack.

I especially love the multitasking with jumping, babbling, and blowing raspberries. Kid's a hard worker.

Also, note the tremendous chunky monkey thunder thighs. So fun to pinch and squoosh.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

On My First Mother's Day

KB let me sleep in until 9AM.

I had a lavish breakfast made for me.

I was presented with lovely gifts, each one more awesome than the last.

But what I think about most on this day, a day that was never special to me at any time in my life until now, is how my son is a brand new source of continual joy in my life. He is living proof that good things can happen. He is a constant reminder of how healthy it is to keep hope alive. Even when things are hard, seem insurmountable, and the days feel long and sometimes the nights longer -- he is still my beautiful little boy. I love him. I have the privilege of watching him grow, seeing a bit of myself in him and a bit of his father, observing and helping him learn, and marveling at the light in his eyes.

He made me his mother. And every day since renews my hope in all that is good in this world.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Hells, Yeah

After over a year of insurance-wrangling, thinly-veiled smiley-faced threats that I would owe a 5-figure balance, and so very many phone calls to the insurance lackeys and the clinic finance lackeys....I not only do not owe any more moolah to the clinic, but just received a refund check from my RE for $268.81. Boo-ya! Jackson, yo mama's down with a discount!

I will consider it a Mother's Day gift from my RE.

Friday, May 6, 2011

And One to Grow On

Happy birthday to me
Now I'm 33
Two years til I'm high-risk
If you ask my OB

Sunday, May 1, 2011


Who has two thumbs and a bleeding vagina? This girl. My first period in over 16 months started today. Ack. Also, boo.

Should I be scared that I could get pregnant again, now that Mother Nature has decided to reinstate the reproductive-oriented function of my erstwhile dormant ladybits?



Thank you, The Onion. I like "falling to the Communists."