Mother's Day Leakage

I am not a big fan of Mother's Day this year. Now, mind you, I totally appreciate that my kids and husband make the day special for me.....and I like BEING A MOTHER and think it's a nice idea that you recognize that Mom's Are Special.

But God. Right now, Mother's Day is just a reminder of how gross it can be to be a Mom.

Forget the getting used as a kleenex, covered in barf, the poop I once accidentally ate from under my finger nail (SHUT UP I THOUGHT IT WAS CHOCOLATE from an EGGO!) forget all that crap. I'm talking about the ugly post-partum biological price you pay for being a Mom.

Right now, being a Mom means I've been bleeding for three weeks in a most icky fashion. Yeah, the lovely post partum bleeding. What I REALLY enjoy is that while nursing my uterus gets the urge to kick a load down into my maxi pad giving me that "OH JESUS DID I JUST LEAK THROUGH" sort of feeling. Jesus never, EVER answers me which is quite annoying.

I've got the aching boobs and uber sore nipples from the baby who finally, three weeks out, has decided to start nursing - thanks in large to the drug Reglan that I'm taking. Have I mentioned that her version of latching on is something that seems inspired by some BDSM practice? It's not uncomfortable......it's agonizing. I mean what the hell?

My boobs are also leaking a bit, so I'm a triple-pad-threat rocking moisture absorbancy products over all my girly bits.

I've got an incision, I hear, from hip to hip - about a foot wide, where they removed my baby girl from inside me as she wouldn't come out the proper exit. It's covered in butterfly tape that allegedly is going to come off at some point on it's own.

This isn't the first time I walked this path. This path of blood and pain and general ick & malaise.

I walked it willingly three times, hell - this last time it was a definite effort to make it happen.

So what does that tell you?

I suppose it should tell you that despite the despair and horror show that creating these little creatures that make you a mom can be..........

it is worth every minute of suffering and grossness. Because there is nothing greater or more meaningful.....

than being a Mom. At least not to me.

Now my eyes are leaking. Great. You guys suck.

Mother's Day Leakage

I am not a big fan of Mother's Day this year. Now, mind you, I totally appreciate that my kids and husband make the day special for me.....and I like BEING A MOTHER and think it's a nice idea that you recognize that Mom's Are Special.

But God. Right now, Mother's Day is just a reminder of how gross it can be to be a Mom.

Forget the getting used as a kleenex, covered in barf, the poop I once accidentally ate from under my finger nail (SHUT UP I THOUGHT IT WAS CHOCOLATE from an EGGO!) forget all that crap. I'm talking about the ugly post-partum biological price you pay for being a Mom.

Right now, being a Mom means I've been bleeding for three weeks in a most icky fashion. Yeah, the lovely post partum bleeding. What I REALLY enjoy is that while nursing my uterus gets the urge to kick a load down into my maxi pad giving me that "OH JESUS DID I JUST LEAK THROUGH" sort of feeling. Jesus never, EVER answers me which is quite annoying.

I've got the aching boobs and uber sore nipples from the baby who finally, three weeks out, has decided to start nursing - thanks in large to the drug Reglan that I'm taking. Have I mentioned that her version of latching on is something that seems inspired by some BDSM practice? It's not uncomfortable......it's agonizing. I mean what the hell?

My boobs are also leaking a bit, so I'm a triple-pad-threat rocking moisture absorbancy products over all my girly bits.

I've got an incision, I hear, from hip to hip - about a foot wide, where they removed my baby girl from inside me as she wouldn't come out the proper exit. It's covered in butterfly tape that allegedly is going to come off at some point on it's own.

This isn't the first time I walked this path. This path of blood and pain and general ick & malaise.

I walked it willingly three times, hell - this last time it was a definite effort to make it happen.

So what does that tell you?

I suppose it should tell you that despite the despair and horror show that creating these little creatures that make you a mom can be..........

it is worth every minute of suffering and grossness. Because there is nothing greater or more meaningful.....

than being a Mom. At least not to me.

Now my eyes are leaking. Great. You guys suck.

LouE2P

I don't have much to say today.....other than HI, I'm tired and to point out how much my husband rocks for ALWAYS taking the position of getting school projects done - such as this robot from recycled materials.

He is not doing this because I'm post partum, he ALWAYS does this. He's great at this kind of stuff whereas I suck at anything requiring assembling stuff - unless it's baking.

So thanks Hunny, for being a great Dad even when it's not Father's Day. I really appreciate you and forget to tell you sometimes.........

LouE2P

I don't have much to say today.....other than HI, I'm tired and to point out how much my husband rocks for ALWAYS taking the position of getting school projects done - such as this robot from recycled materials.

He is not doing this because I'm post partum, he ALWAYS does this. He's great at this kind of stuff whereas I suck at anything requiring assembling stuff - unless it's baking.

So thanks Hunny, for being a great Dad even when it's not Father's Day. I really appreciate you and forget to tell you sometimes.........

Happy Birthday Little Brother!

Happy Birthday to one of the true loves of my life, my little brother Matt. I was never so happy as the day the school secretary paged my 4th grade classroom to announce that my baby brother had arrived.

Check him out here doing his job - driving a big ass train full of clowns on this particular day.

I LOVE YOU MATT! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!

Happy Birthday Little Brother!

Happy Birthday to one of the true loves of my life, my little brother Matt. I was never so happy as the day the school secretary paged my 4th grade classroom to announce that my baby brother had arrived.

Check him out here doing his job - driving a big ass train full of clowns on this particular day.

I LOVE YOU MATT! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!

Oh That's Just WRONG

So out of the blue the Oldest Boy asks "How on Earth did Adam Lambert not WIN American Idol - HE BROUGHT KISS! KISS ROCKS! What was WRONG with people?"

We were sitting at the dining room table, having our afternoon snack when he brought this up. I pondered pussing out on my response.....but decided against it.

We might be the kind of parents who shield and protect from the realities of violence in the world but to my husband's credit.....we do shine the light when it comes to some things that matter - the sort of things that shape little minds.

Such as, bigotry.

So I just said it. "Adam Lambert lost because he's gay. A lot of people in America don't like gay people, we've talked about that, remember?"

I calmly talked about how it's WRONG to judge someone based on whether they love women or men, and the people in OUR lives that we love VERY much who are gay....and how we hope someday people don't act like that but that right now, they do. So, unfortunately, Adam Lambert lost because he was gay - most likely anyway.

The boy sat there digesting this. He knows what gay means (ok not the squidgy details but from an OVERVIEW sort of way) and he shook his head. "Mom, that's just WRONG. I mean - he BROUGHT KISS! You would think bringing KISS on the show would change their mind and show people how cool he is."

You would think.

Oh That's Just WRONG

So out of the blue the Oldest Boy asks "How on Earth did Adam Lambert not WIN American Idol - HE BROUGHT KISS! KISS ROCKS! What was WRONG with people?"

We were sitting at the dining room table, having our afternoon snack when he brought this up. I pondered pussing out on my response.....but decided against it.

We might be the kind of parents who shield and protect from the realities of violence in the world but to my husband's credit.....we do shine the light when it comes to some things that matter - the sort of things that shape little minds.

Such as, bigotry.

So I just said it. "Adam Lambert lost because he's gay. A lot of people in America don't like gay people, we've talked about that, remember?"

I calmly talked about how it's WRONG to judge someone based on whether they love women or men, and the people in OUR lives that we love VERY much who are gay....and how we hope someday people don't act like that but that right now, they do. So, unfortunately, Adam Lambert lost because he was gay - most likely anyway.

The boy sat there digesting this. He knows what gay means (ok not the squidgy details but from an OVERVIEW sort of way) and he shook his head. "Mom, that's just WRONG. I mean - he BROUGHT KISS! You would think bringing KISS on the show would change their mind and show people how cool he is."

You would think.

Bra Fitting Shmitting

So before she was born, I went to the maternity store and asked if they had nursing bras in size super duper wowzah and SURE ENOUGH they did. The bubbly little human that was the shop girl measured me for my maternity bra SIZE and oddly, my cup size had DECREASED from my pre-pregnancy size.

This seemed odd to me.

But whatever.

I ended up getting a sport bra style so that I could sleep in it without under wires poking me in the armpits while I slept. And before the baby came, it fit me smashingly.

A funny thing happened when they extracted that human from my abdomen. It seems that I was carrying her so far up into my ribs (I was, I felt the horrendous TUG right in my ribcage when they pulled her out) that she impacted the bra measurement. Because, as soon as she was out - my BRA WAS TOO FRICKIN BIG.

No lie. Suddenly it's like totally loose and big around me........the cups might fit but who would know.....they're too busy heading toward my waist to really be sure. I think I could actually drag the band down almost TO my waist it's so stretchy and big.

Sigh. Now I gotta go BACK to the damn maternity store and see the goofy shop girl and get a NEW bra. Most likely one with under wires to tame these bazoombahs.

How annoying.

Bra Fitting Shmitting

So before she was born, I went to the maternity store and asked if they had nursing bras in size super duper wowzah and SURE ENOUGH they did. The bubbly little human that was the shop girl measured me for my maternity bra SIZE and oddly, my cup size had DECREASED from my pre-pregnancy size.

This seemed odd to me.

But whatever.

I ended up getting a sport bra style so that I could sleep in it without under wires poking me in the armpits while I slept. And before the baby came, it fit me smashingly.

A funny thing happened when they extracted that human from my abdomen. It seems that I was carrying her so far up into my ribs (I was, I felt the horrendous TUG right in my ribcage when they pulled her out) that she impacted the bra measurement. Because, as soon as she was out - my BRA WAS TOO FRICKIN BIG.

No lie. Suddenly it's like totally loose and big around me........the cups might fit but who would know.....they're too busy heading toward my waist to really be sure. I think I could actually drag the band down almost TO my waist it's so stretchy and big.

Sigh. Now I gotta go BACK to the damn maternity store and see the goofy shop girl and get a NEW bra. Most likely one with under wires to tame these bazoombahs.

How annoying.