Hahaha, yes that title is just SO very original. I thought of it myself and I am now going to copyright it. If anyone uses it in their blogs, or in any conversation, they will be sued for rather large amount of money. Or just a bag of blowpops.
The weekend went fine. We visited Vance’s family, hung out at Vance’s parent’s house in front of the lake. There was very little fighting to speak of.
Things between Vance and I have gotten so much better in the last month. Why? We worked the favored activity of fertile parents back into our relationship. We started doing the nasty again. We went the entire 6 months without relations, and man did it suck. We weren’t connecting without it for some reason. Yes, it does help our relationship, but believe you me, it’s not the defining entity in our relationship. This is, to me, proof that sex does change relationships.
Ever since I quit breastfeeding everything has gotten better. Don’t get me wrong, Breastfeeding is a great thing and I am very proud and happy to have been able to do it. It’s nutritionally superior for your baby, it helped me bond more with Deven, and it helped me get my body back into shape. I realize I was lucky to be able to jump right into it, because so many women and babies can’t even get out of the gate. But I have to admit, while I was breast feeding, I was miserable. If we were going anywhere for more than a couple of hours at a time without Deven I had to worry about pumping or developing discomfort. I was the sole provider of food for Deven, and because he hated bottle nipples, Vance couldn’t feed him very often. I had Post Partum Depression, which I’m sure wasn’t breast feeding’s fault, but all of this together certainly didn’t help. I was a totally a-sexual creature while I was breast feeding. Vance loved my body, loved my big boobies, and I hated it. He constantly wanted to touch and grope me, and I just felt disgusting. I wanted to be able to satisfy him, especially if it meant he’d leave me alone for a few days, but the breastfeeding turned my black box into a no-mans-land, a total desert. It led to a lot of fights. I was not a woman during that time, I was a milk machine. A two-legged cow.
I am so glad I stopped when I did. Deven cut his first teeth shortly after, and Vance and I are happy again. Who cares that my boobs are way smaller than they were to begin with. I put out now. Despite all of this, I am happy that I did it, and I plan on doing it again when the next baby comes along.
Now all of lactivist bullies out there who disagree with me, lay off. This is my story and every experience is different. Go find some message boards to troll about on.
Now onto new developments in the world of the Deven. Its’ the weirdest thing, now he takes the damn binky again. He went through a phase where pacifiers didn’t satisfy him, all he wanted was bottle or booby, but now if he’s being fussy and chewing on his fingers, all we have to do shove a binky in his face and he’s happy. If he doesn’t suck on it, he plays with it. Either way he’s happy. He still isn’t crawling, but still rocking back and forth on his hands and knees. Oh, and the best part: He eats a shit ton. He can eat 3rd foods now. Technically he’s not supposed to according to the Gerber feeding guide, but he doesn’t care. He works it around his mouth and swallows it with no trouble. And I think he loves just the act of being fed, so you can shovel as much food into his face as you want and he will be happy. He’s gonna be like his daddy and eat way too much, way too fast and not realize it until it’s too late.
And I got this in the mail yesterday:
The greatest shirt shirt ever created. Thank you, TShirt Hell.