it was my friend's golden bday (29 on the 29th). ever since entering the world on momminess, partying is much different. i don't get dressed up (damn short skirts of years past), i don't wear makeup (never really did though), and i can't find my dance groove (hips, hips, hips). i had fun at her party, i love any adult interaction. but it's just not the same. regardless of how much i drink, i have to get up at 6:30 am, no matter what. and syl doesn't understand "mommy had a few too many." she wants to get up, play, and demand full attention , blurry eyed or not. so this is something that "what not to expect.." book left out: how to function in social activites with other adults without throwing mominess in their faces. In fact, let's start a post-baby list of what that damn book leaves out:
~you're body will never, ever, ever, EVER go back to the way it once was
~for the first 3 months, your life/needs/wants are frozen (3 months, or forever??)
~oh breasts, are you really mine? wait a minute, where are you going? breasts? breasts? come back!!!
~smell sensitivity, what's up with that?
~how to drink, go to a party, go out dancing, be alone, without feeling very guilty
~mom guilt period
~sex ( you know what i mean mommies)
~feeling sexy, hot, whatever sort of beautiful you once occasionally felt
~learning how to let go
~how to deal when mommy is throwing the temper tantum
~how to relate to all your old friends, especially those with no babies
~figuring out how to earn money and keep your kid out of daycare
~how to shut people up about the idea of baby #2
~trying to describe to people that you really didn't mean to forget, but your brain is pure mush (does this ever go away?)
oh i'm sure the list could go on, but i'm a.d.d on that right now. i truly read that damn book, and some stuff was helpful. but moms tend to forget those early months, forget or erase because of the tribulations. maybe kelly is right, maybe i should write a book. but then someone may start a blog on how wrong i was!!! that would only happen if they birthed a miracle baby who instantly slept through the night!
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
Fat Vegetarians
I mean really, isn't that almost an oxymoron? Can vegetarians really be fat? Oh yea, I am. Well, ok, technically I'm not f-a-t. I guess I just feel big today, most days. And sure, Sarah, I had a baby. But that was like over a year ago. What is the deal? Could it be my continuous and never satiated apetite for sweets and potatoes (not at the same time, usually)? Or my on again, off again trips to the Y? Or maybe the not smoking thing (oh how I miss you magical diet stick)? Today I feel like a bad vegetarian. Am I supposed to be a shining example of health? Cuz I'm not. Instead, I wonder why I'm still following this decision I made when I was 13 years old. What the hell did I know then?
And poor Sylvia. She is going to have such a crazy example of how to make healthy food choices. Her daddy likes fast food, and mommy can never give up her chocolate. And she already drinks soymilk. What will the kids do to her??!! Hopefully there will be plenty of hippies out there doing the same obnoxious child-rearing that I am doing (giving complexes about eating lovable creatures, recycling everything, making their clothes, wearing cloth diapers, ect).
Fat vegetarians are just more to hug. Oh, yea, then there's all that pro-animal propaganda that you have to listen to!
And poor Sylvia. She is going to have such a crazy example of how to make healthy food choices. Her daddy likes fast food, and mommy can never give up her chocolate. And she already drinks soymilk. What will the kids do to her??!! Hopefully there will be plenty of hippies out there doing the same obnoxious child-rearing that I am doing (giving complexes about eating lovable creatures, recycling everything, making their clothes, wearing cloth diapers, ect).
Fat vegetarians are just more to hug. Oh, yea, then there's all that pro-animal propaganda that you have to listen to!
Thursday, July 26, 2007
15 months and counting by the minute
It seems so silly how the momspeak is measured first in hours, then days, then weeks, then months. I mean really, how many times did you roll your eyes (pre-baby) when someone told you their baby was 33 months? Suddenly are parents all mathematical geniuses? I still use my fingers to add up bills and figure out tips...how can I quickly determine age in months? By the time I would finally figure it out, the kid would be running around throwing a fit about some unattainable toy.
As a not-so-technically-new, but still on the learning curve, mom, I find myself doing the same thing. "Oh, she's almost 15 months," I tell all who care. They roll their eyes and the math begins, I know that look. But accomplishments for babies are measured by months, not by any other standard. Though Syl looks ginormous, she can't do as much as an 18 month old (well, in my eyes the kid is gifted beyond any 18 month old).
Another issue that arose after her first bday was that of the "oh, you're STILL nursing" crowd. Funny how proud and congratulatory people are when you are actually successful at the painful, time-consuming, life-engulfing, marathon activity of breastfeeding. But when the public feels like it's been long enough, the surely let you know, often, to your face, and rather rudely. But to the dismay of my skeptics, I will say this: we are currently in the process of weaning. Yes, it is true. I came to my OWN conclusion that her memory is still pretty short, so now is as good of a time as any. She is so addicted, as am I, but I think it's a good step for both of us. It's been 2 days of no nini at any times besides morning and bedtime. I am learning that a sippy cup, many snacks, and constant distraction works best. But we did both hug and cry about it yesterday. It's a new stage for both of us. We are disconnecting in a major aspect of our lives, and we need to learn to reconnect differently. I'm on no time frame for ending it completely. We will take it slow. For your info, baby Jackson weaned himself a few weeks ago and the news made me very jealous. Those feelings of jealousy is what triggered me to begin the ending the nini.
On a different note, I can't believe how much fun a toddler is. Syl walks around jibbering away all day long, reading herself books, dancing to Heart. Everything is fun to her, so life becomes more fun for me. I found myself putting her on the couch and serenading her to "crazy on you" yesterday. She thought I was hysterical ( or insane, either or). I've realized that motherhood can determine your mood, your day, your every sing emotion. Once the hormones are back to their new normal, I finally accepted that this is the new reality of my situation: I will always be someone's mother. God, how did that happen (oh yeah, I remember now).
My cousin just had her baby, a little girl named Kameryn. It makes me baby crazy, but I just read Heather's blog (who has a 5 mo old), and recalled those hellish, unsleepable nites, the endless nursing sessions, the delerium of post-babiness. Maybe I should wait till those events seem nostalgic, less torturous. I feel your pain, Heather, and it'll get better someday. Syl didn't sleep solidly till 10 months. Then she went from waking up every 3 hours to sleeping 12 hours straight. It'll happen for you, someday....
So, to end here, congrats to my cousin, and all you new mommies out there. May your boobs stop leaking, your brain quit scambling, and you go as long as possible without getting peed on. Ciao bellas!
As a not-so-technically-new, but still on the learning curve, mom, I find myself doing the same thing. "Oh, she's almost 15 months," I tell all who care. They roll their eyes and the math begins, I know that look. But accomplishments for babies are measured by months, not by any other standard. Though Syl looks ginormous, she can't do as much as an 18 month old (well, in my eyes the kid is gifted beyond any 18 month old).
Another issue that arose after her first bday was that of the "oh, you're STILL nursing" crowd. Funny how proud and congratulatory people are when you are actually successful at the painful, time-consuming, life-engulfing, marathon activity of breastfeeding. But when the public feels like it's been long enough, the surely let you know, often, to your face, and rather rudely. But to the dismay of my skeptics, I will say this: we are currently in the process of weaning. Yes, it is true. I came to my OWN conclusion that her memory is still pretty short, so now is as good of a time as any. She is so addicted, as am I, but I think it's a good step for both of us. It's been 2 days of no nini at any times besides morning and bedtime. I am learning that a sippy cup, many snacks, and constant distraction works best. But we did both hug and cry about it yesterday. It's a new stage for both of us. We are disconnecting in a major aspect of our lives, and we need to learn to reconnect differently. I'm on no time frame for ending it completely. We will take it slow. For your info, baby Jackson weaned himself a few weeks ago and the news made me very jealous. Those feelings of jealousy is what triggered me to begin the ending the nini.
On a different note, I can't believe how much fun a toddler is. Syl walks around jibbering away all day long, reading herself books, dancing to Heart. Everything is fun to her, so life becomes more fun for me. I found myself putting her on the couch and serenading her to "crazy on you" yesterday. She thought I was hysterical ( or insane, either or). I've realized that motherhood can determine your mood, your day, your every sing emotion. Once the hormones are back to their new normal, I finally accepted that this is the new reality of my situation: I will always be someone's mother. God, how did that happen (oh yeah, I remember now).
My cousin just had her baby, a little girl named Kameryn. It makes me baby crazy, but I just read Heather's blog (who has a 5 mo old), and recalled those hellish, unsleepable nites, the endless nursing sessions, the delerium of post-babiness. Maybe I should wait till those events seem nostalgic, less torturous. I feel your pain, Heather, and it'll get better someday. Syl didn't sleep solidly till 10 months. Then she went from waking up every 3 hours to sleeping 12 hours straight. It'll happen for you, someday....
So, to end here, congrats to my cousin, and all you new mommies out there. May your boobs stop leaking, your brain quit scambling, and you go as long as possible without getting peed on. Ciao bellas!
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