I started writing a really great blog today, but things happened and I wasn’t able to finish it. Life is hectic right now, and there are more feedings in a day than there are hours. For a little while, all I’m going to be able to post on here are tiny little daily updates, just to let everyone know that we survived the day.
Today there were a few close calls, but I was successful at getting all three of us to nap at the same time, and cook dinner. Now I just need to fit “daily blogging” in there somewhere.
Good night everyone.
Good God almighty, I am so tired.
Archer had his two-week visit today, and he has put on a pound since he was born, and cussed out a lab tech. It was precious.
Vance is sick with the same laryngitis-causing virus that Deven had, only he is a man, and thus an even more annoying patient than the three-year-old.
Oh, and Vance’s mom left for home today, leaving us to fend for ourselves from now. Hold me.
That’s all I got, so here is a cute picture of the baby.
He will not let you take that binky from him.
I know I am only 2 weeks post-partum, and I am breastfeeding and need the extra calories, so I shouldn’t start to fret about getting on track with my weight loss. I know all of this already, and believe you me, the last thing I want to worry about on top of everything else is dieting. Let me tell you, this has never been truer before today. Oooohhhh I have never before shown such disregard for what all I put into my face.
My mother-in-law decided to run out and get her hair cut today, and on her way out of the door, she asked me if she could pick me up something to eat on her way back. I tell her some french fries would be nice. She brings me a the largest carton of fries Wendy’s carries. I gasped at the size of it, and then ate every last bite. That was my lunch. I drank a ton of soda today and had to force myself to drink some plain old water a least for the sake of the child that feeds from my body. And then I made penne with meat sauce for dinner. It was heavenly. Desert? Two cupcakes from Easter.
Not to mention the fact that my ass has been grafted to this couch for the last week when I moved from my bedroom to the living room. Not a whole lot I can do about that, since I am supposed to remain somewhat sedentary for quite a while. I don’t want to bust a (crotch) stitch, or herniate something, or rupture…I don’t know.