On Friday, I may or may not have made the mistake of allowing G to sleep away the day.
Okay, I totally did.
But how could I disturb this sweet face?
Plus, it meant that I got to sleep away the day too.
Needless to say, I paid for it Friday night. Boyfriend was up, on average, every hour and a half.
I was really hoping to go to spin class on Saturday morning but after the night I had, there was no way I could have made it through my class. In fact, I woke up Saturday morning and promptly burst into tears. I was absolutely exhausted. This isn't the first or the last time I'll say this...breastfeeding isn't easy. And a rough night can put a tired mommy over the edge.
So when my husband said, "G, you can stop anytime, you know," I'd be lying if I said that for a split second, I didn't consider it. However, immediately, I said that I wanted to continue. I reminded him of the money we are saving on formula, simply because I knew that that was the best way to keep my cheap frugal husband from ever asking me again if I wanted to quit nursing.
On Saturday afternoon, when I realized that G and I both had thrush, the frustration peaked again. Because if you have ever had an itchy, burning yeast infection, you might be able to imagine it on your nipples. That's what thrush is for a breastfeeding mama.
But I wasn't quite ready to quit.
And then, yesterday, when I was feeling down and out and exhausted, it occurred to me that my sweatpants were falling off of me. And I decided to try them on.
You know.
My prepregnancy jeans.
I found a pair that weren't too terribly small and said a little prayer.
I pulled them over my legs. So far, so good.
Up and over my hips. This was way easier than I thought.
I wiggled around a little, and buttoned them. And zipped them. And looked in the mirror to find that they fit...with plenty of room!
Then I did what any giddy mama would do...I plastered it all over Twitter and Facebook. I may or may not have sent a text to my friend and soon-to-be-trainer, proclaiming my good news. And there is a possibility that I made both B and L check me out as I sashayed around. Okay, I totally did.
I know I was a bit ridiculous, especially considering my belly still hangs over the waistband and I have back fat to boot.. But you guys...it took three times this long after L was born to be able to fit into my non-maternity jeans.
And if it motivates me to keep on keepin' on when G screams when I am not holding him, even when he is in his daddy's arms, and I'm forced to type blog posts with one hand while he eats for the sixth time in four hours...
then I'm going to celebrate fitting into my jeans.
Namaste.
Today I am participating in Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop. One of her prompts this week was to name ten things that make me smile when I'm not happy. Here goes nothing...
1. A kiss from L. The other day, when I was crying over his allergies, he continued approaching me to give me kisses, and I couldn't help but smile through my tears. Believe it or not, even at three, sometimes he is stingy with his kisses, so when I get one without asking, it always makes me smile.
2. A tall non-fat decaf frappucino (either coffee or mocha flavored) with light whip from Starbucks. Preferably bought with a gift card, but beggars can't be choosers.
3. Comments on my blog. Don't act like you don't agree with this one.
4. Any present whatsoever. I love gifts, and it doesn't have to be anything expensive. If someone gives me a box of candy, telling me they thought of me when they saw it, it makes my day. Elizabeth made me the cutest pendant with my boys' initials stamped on it last week, and it thrilled me to no end.
5. Finding something I had lost. Thanks to ADD and pregnancy brain, I am constant losing things. Both B and L are awesome finders of my lost items, and that always makes me happy.
6. Anything sweet. When I'm pregnant, my sweet tooth turns into a mouthful of sweet teeth and I crave it all....Swedish Fish, chocolate, ice cream, Tootsie Rolls...you name it.
7. Seeing my husband do anything around the house. He cooks, vacuums, and does the laundry regularly and I know I'm pretty darn lucky to have him. If I'm having a really bad day, he makes dinner AND my plate and that makes me a little giddy. If I could just teach him to put his dishes in the dishwasher....
8. Winning a blog giveaway. I've never ever been lucky until I joined the blogosphere...since then, I've won several giveaways. It never gets less thrilling.
9. Having my toenails painted. While I'd love but can't afford a weekly full pedicure, my hairstylist paints my toenails for me for an extremely reasonable price whenever I ask, and seeing my toes looking pretty literally puts a smile on my face. I realize it's very un-granola of me, but I can't help it.
10. Driving in the car, hearing "Hey Soul Sister" come on the radio, seeing his face light up, and listening to our voices blend with Train as we belt it out. There is no greater therapy in life. Trust me on this one.
What makes you smile?
This week, I attended a meeting at which we had to tell a mother that her little girl was mentally retarded. Sad does not begin to describe it. I cried along with the mother and tried desperately to highlight her strengths while reporting on the testing I had done.
It made me realize that as much as I complain about Logan's health issues, acid reflux, asthma, and an annoying tendency to vomit more than the average bear are truly nothing in the grand scheme of things.
Good thing, because he has cold #276 this year. Apparently, it's going around his class and he came down with a snotty nose, fever, and cough on Thursday. Evidently, he's already on the mend, since as I type this, he is literally running laps around the house. And because it's not a post about Logan's illnesses unless I discuss puke, I'd like to announce that apparently he has gotten the hang of vomiting in the toilet. Who knew someone with a puke phobia would ever be excited about anything involving throw up? It's the little things, folks.
Another little thing that is SUCH a big thing to me is that I found the best Christmas gift ever for Lo. Last week, I went to Barnes and Noble in search of a Harry Potter picture book. It probably won't come as a big surprise that Harry Potter is not really marketed to two year olds. However, the woman who works at B and N is my new heroine. She found a 90+ page poster book chock-full of Harry Potter pictures for my little man. I am literally more excited to give him this than the Spiderman power quad and basketball hoop put together. Luckily, we have a family Christmas party next Sunday to which Santa will come, and I think Logan might get it there. Not only am I that excited to give it to him, it will keep him busy at the party.And one more little thing: I finally came up with an idea of what to give to my coworkers for Christmas this year. I have to give between 15 and 20 gifts on my limited budget, and it's been stressing me out...until now! Since at least one of my coworkers reads my blog, I don't want to ruin the surprise what is sure to be a masterpiece *cough*sarcasm*cough* but I will say it involves my first attempt at painting on glass. So if I'm not visible around the blogosphere between now and the last day of school, you can probably be sure that I'm crying over my not-so-perfect handmade gifts. If they do turn out well, however, I'll take pictures and post them soon. Don't hold your breath. Just sayin.Here's hoping you too find joy in the little things. Namaste!
