So I was talking to my best friend the other night - a rare three hour convo circa 1995 (aka our junior year of high school) - and here's some of how that went:
BFF: Oh my god, that was such a great game. I watched it at psuedo-boyfriend's house.
Me: Oh my god. I was so so anxious about that game. I felt like I was getting ready to play. I couldn't calm down.
BFF: I know. It was crazy. I feel like we won the superbowl.
Me: I know. Fuck the superbowl.
BFF: (laughing) Yeah - we beat the Patriots. We win!
Me: I agree. I was so anxious about that game that I needed Jeff to have sex with me before I could calm down.
BFF: (laughing) What?
Me: Yes. I was so nervous. I couldn't calm down. I just needed to knock a few out and have a beer.
BFF: (laughing hysterically) "Hey honey, could you fuck me real quick. Thanks. Now get me a beer and a sandwich." Hahahahaha!
Me: (laughing hysterically) I am such a dude. I needed to relax. That was the only thing that was gonna do it. And it needed to be fast - I wanted to watch the game!
That's how girls talk. At least that's how girls who know each other back and forth talk. Now you know.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Friday, December 30, 2011
To Nurse or Not to Nurse...compelling huh? ;)
Okay, I nursed my first child for a full year - amazing feat right? I loved the closeness and the bonding and feeling like I was really still solely responsible for growing my baby from a fetus to a person. It also helped that my first baby was (and still is) born as headstrong as the day is long and she would not have anything to do with a bottle (or a pacifier for that matter). She was a boob or bust kind of gal from the get go, which left me little choice in the matter of breastfeeding.
Cut to Bambino #2. He is huge. He eats a ton. My boobs hurt all the time and it is sapping my energy to play with the first little nugget I created. My daughter also has a keen ability to land directly on my right boob with her elbow, butt, head, knee, foot or hand with almost every move she makes - even if we're just sitting watching one of the many Princess movies. It is KILLING me. Then she tells everyone that I "yell" because I wince in pain. Awesome.
I also eat cookies constantly because I am starving right after I nurse him and they are readily available this time of year, so I have put ON 8 pounds since I got home from the hospital. Oh the joy of Holiday Babies. I did the same thing with Abbey. Spare me the tip about grabbing an apple instead for the moment...I am also emotionally eating since this whole thing isn't turning out to be as fantastic as I remember it. I am having enough of a shame spiral on my own - not to mention those women who breastfeed and have the weight "just fall off" - I hate all of you just a little bit, but in the nicest way possible. :)
Basically, I am not getting the bonuses of breastfeeding that I did the first time. I don't feel solely responsible for this amazing little person's growth - mainly because, luckily, he will take a bottle. This has turned out to be a blessing and a curse. I now get a bit of sleep, which is nice and I guess four hours of sleep in a row should make me less grumpy than two in a row (I'm not sure it has, but it should!). I also do get some time to be just with Jake, which is nice for the few times I am nursing him without anybody else around (rare in this holiday season and with a toddler) or so exhausted I am basically asleep sitting up. Other bonuses: a glass of wine here or there, husband gets to feed Jake once a day and I know theoretically I COULD go somewhere without Jake going ballistic on someone because he's hungry and wants nothing but the boob. Downside: for some reason, this one non-breastfed feed a day is making me feel like I am not doing enough for my baby...I think I am going insane.
So, I have almost quit entirely several times due to pain, frustration, hormonal fits of tears and rage, wanting to spend time with Abbey - lots of reasons. They are all very selfish reasons, granted. Now, I am SO SO HAPPY that I never went with my knee-jerk, wa-wa, id responses. I am not getting anymore out of it on my end - and thank god have realized that that really isn't the point. The happy little fluttery feelings I got from exclusively nursing Abbey are a bit romanticized anyway (had I had a blog back then, you would all know about the day I went ballistic on my husband for bringing home a sandwich with cheese on it because I had to stop eating dairy while nursing her and I had a hard time with that to say the least!). Not only do I tend to romanticize it, which I think is totally fine, I think I will eventually feel the same way about nursing Jake, and in the meantime, I may have saved him from being hospitalized.
Three of my nephews have RSV, which Abbey caught at 10 days old and it eventually landed her in the hospital with pneumonia at 6 weeks of age. It was awful and I have been doing everything imaginable to keep Jake from the same fate - including breastfeeding him. I was not convinced that breastfeeding really could help a child not contract something thanks to my own antibodies because clearly I failed with that when it came to Abbey, but I am a convert. Jake was with those nephews on Christmas Day, and Abbey has a bad cough and a slight fever now (I think she's going to be fine by the way - it sucks that she's a little sick, but I'll take it over what my sisters' kids are going through), so she is also a potential germ-giver, but Jake is making it through. He has a little cough and snot, but again, nothing like what my sisters' kids have. All hail the breast milk!
Bottom line: I've been feeling really guilty for not really having my whole heart in this breast feeding deal this go around, but I am not going to feel that way anymore. Even if I am not loving it yet, I am still doing it. Even if I am letting him have one feed a day of formula so I can save my sanity, I am doing the other 7-9 feedings a day and that needs to be enough for me to feel good about. Actually, I don't need to feel good about any of it - Jake just needs to grow and stay healthy, so I need to remember that my feelings don't REALLY matter right now much at all, and that is okay. We got through the first six weeks healthily and I am so happy. It is not hurting that Jeff has both kids right now and I am getting some much needed down time (in which I am trying desperately not to feel guilty for not cleaning, doing laundry or working out!). ;)
Cut to Bambino #2. He is huge. He eats a ton. My boobs hurt all the time and it is sapping my energy to play with the first little nugget I created. My daughter also has a keen ability to land directly on my right boob with her elbow, butt, head, knee, foot or hand with almost every move she makes - even if we're just sitting watching one of the many Princess movies. It is KILLING me. Then she tells everyone that I "yell" because I wince in pain. Awesome.
I also eat cookies constantly because I am starving right after I nurse him and they are readily available this time of year, so I have put ON 8 pounds since I got home from the hospital. Oh the joy of Holiday Babies. I did the same thing with Abbey. Spare me the tip about grabbing an apple instead for the moment...I am also emotionally eating since this whole thing isn't turning out to be as fantastic as I remember it. I am having enough of a shame spiral on my own - not to mention those women who breastfeed and have the weight "just fall off" - I hate all of you just a little bit, but in the nicest way possible. :)
Basically, I am not getting the bonuses of breastfeeding that I did the first time. I don't feel solely responsible for this amazing little person's growth - mainly because, luckily, he will take a bottle. This has turned out to be a blessing and a curse. I now get a bit of sleep, which is nice and I guess four hours of sleep in a row should make me less grumpy than two in a row (I'm not sure it has, but it should!). I also do get some time to be just with Jake, which is nice for the few times I am nursing him without anybody else around (rare in this holiday season and with a toddler) or so exhausted I am basically asleep sitting up. Other bonuses: a glass of wine here or there, husband gets to feed Jake once a day and I know theoretically I COULD go somewhere without Jake going ballistic on someone because he's hungry and wants nothing but the boob. Downside: for some reason, this one non-breastfed feed a day is making me feel like I am not doing enough for my baby...I think I am going insane.
So, I have almost quit entirely several times due to pain, frustration, hormonal fits of tears and rage, wanting to spend time with Abbey - lots of reasons. They are all very selfish reasons, granted. Now, I am SO SO HAPPY that I never went with my knee-jerk, wa-wa, id responses. I am not getting anymore out of it on my end - and thank god have realized that that really isn't the point. The happy little fluttery feelings I got from exclusively nursing Abbey are a bit romanticized anyway (had I had a blog back then, you would all know about the day I went ballistic on my husband for bringing home a sandwich with cheese on it because I had to stop eating dairy while nursing her and I had a hard time with that to say the least!). Not only do I tend to romanticize it, which I think is totally fine, I think I will eventually feel the same way about nursing Jake, and in the meantime, I may have saved him from being hospitalized.
Three of my nephews have RSV, which Abbey caught at 10 days old and it eventually landed her in the hospital with pneumonia at 6 weeks of age. It was awful and I have been doing everything imaginable to keep Jake from the same fate - including breastfeeding him. I was not convinced that breastfeeding really could help a child not contract something thanks to my own antibodies because clearly I failed with that when it came to Abbey, but I am a convert. Jake was with those nephews on Christmas Day, and Abbey has a bad cough and a slight fever now (I think she's going to be fine by the way - it sucks that she's a little sick, but I'll take it over what my sisters' kids are going through), so she is also a potential germ-giver, but Jake is making it through. He has a little cough and snot, but again, nothing like what my sisters' kids have. All hail the breast milk!
Bottom line: I've been feeling really guilty for not really having my whole heart in this breast feeding deal this go around, but I am not going to feel that way anymore. Even if I am not loving it yet, I am still doing it. Even if I am letting him have one feed a day of formula so I can save my sanity, I am doing the other 7-9 feedings a day and that needs to be enough for me to feel good about. Actually, I don't need to feel good about any of it - Jake just needs to grow and stay healthy, so I need to remember that my feelings don't REALLY matter right now much at all, and that is okay. We got through the first six weeks healthily and I am so happy. It is not hurting that Jeff has both kids right now and I am getting some much needed down time (in which I am trying desperately not to feel guilty for not cleaning, doing laundry or working out!). ;)
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Not Appropriate for ANY Man to read, especially ones who are related to me
So, on November 17, 2011, my vagina (my cookie, my special place, my love pocket - whatever you want to call it) earned herself a cape! A rock star she has always been, but this day was special. After months of bladder boarding, giant veins turning purple and painful all over my legs and even my pretty pink palace, sciatic pain of an excruciating caliber and the emotional ability to deal with any of it on par with that of a 12 year old about to get her period (remember what a bitch you were - apologize to your mother as it is always better late than never), I FINALLY gave birth to El Gigante. Jake was mother fucking HUGE! He was 9 lbs, 4 oz and 21 3/4" long, and out of my vagina he shot in less than three minutes, two contractions and not a single stitch needed. BAM! Suuuhhhuper Vag! Now, I am sure many of you have amazing birth stories - we can all have capes...I just feel I have finally found the right verbiage to express exactly how one may feel after all of that, so don't be competitive. Chances are, if you've given birth, you probably earned a cape! :)
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
First Post - A tester for sure
So, I've decided to finally start a blog. This blog will not focus on my daughter or my never-ending pregnancy as I am making an attempt to remember that I am not only a Mother - I am also a sister, a friend, a wife et al. I truly care about all of these relationships, but sometimes I'd prefer to just get in touch with my smartassery and take to laughing at the ridiculousness that all of these relationships provide. That is what this blog is mostly about - an outlet for my funnier side, so nobody reading about themselves should be offended. In fact, it would be best if nobody read this at all. Good start huh?
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