...they were all still sick.
...actually, I'm pretty sure this is day eight. But that didn't sound as good in the title.
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Showing posts with label nursing. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
And on the Seventh Day...
...they were all still sick.
...actually, I'm pretty sure this is day eight. But that didn't sound as good in the title.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Five Things You Should Not Say to Me. Ever. Because It's Rude. And You Should Know Better.
5. Wow, did you miss health class they day they talked about birth control?
No, I did not. I am well versed on birth control, menses, pregnancy and how the whole shebang comes together to make life.
4. So, you're done. Right?
No, I'm not. This time next year I will probably be pregnant again. But, I'm sorry... why is it your business?
3. You're crazy.
Yes, I am. Back off.
2. They must be a handful.
Yes, and a heartful.
1. You poor thing.
I am rich beyond anything you can imagine. My children are beautiful and priceless and they make life worth living.
No, I did not. I am well versed on birth control, menses, pregnancy and how the whole shebang comes together to make life.
4. So, you're done. Right?
No, I'm not. This time next year I will probably be pregnant again. But, I'm sorry... why is it your business?
3. You're crazy.
Yes, I am. Back off.
2. They must be a handful.
Yes, and a heartful.
1. You poor thing.
I am rich beyond anything you can imagine. My children are beautiful and priceless and they make life worth living.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Picnics are Spectacular! Weaning? Not So Much.
On Friday, we picnicked... TWICE!
In the late morning the little guys and I met up with my good friend Elaine and her twin girls, Nicole (Coco) and Taylor (TayTay). Casey is so desperately in love with them. The boy who cannot stand to holds hands with anyone (thou shalt not restrain thy two-year old!) let the girls lead him around by the hand for three hours. It was a great time and the weather was perfect. Casey left lunch a blissful little boy.
In the evening Hubs decided he Needed. To. Get. OUT. So we picked up subs and lo mein from the grocery store and headed to UCF with my (pregnant, yay!) sister and brother-in-law. The weather was still outstanding and, of course, the company was pretty good too!
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I'd like to thank everyone for their kind and encouraging words about weaning. Well except my (pregnant, yay!) sister, who said the post was 'disgusting'. Hah. Don't worry, Jess, you'll get yours. As for an update, well, it's going. It's been more emotionally taxing than I expected, especially when JJ makes it clear that he really really really wants to nurse. But, it's time, and we'll all survive.
At present, my boobs look an awful lot like Kristen's because the right one just isn't getting the 'no more milk, please' message. Hubs put it so tactfully when he said 'you're sporting a light-weight and a heavy weight.' He was watching Million Dollar Baby when he said it, so I guess I can forgive him.
In the late morning the little guys and I met up with my good friend Elaine and her twin girls, Nicole (Coco) and Taylor (TayTay). Casey is so desperately in love with them. The boy who cannot stand to holds hands with anyone (thou shalt not restrain thy two-year old!) let the girls lead him around by the hand for three hours. It was a great time and the weather was perfect. Casey left lunch a blissful little boy.
In the evening Hubs decided he Needed. To. Get. OUT. So we picked up subs and lo mein from the grocery store and headed to UCF with my (pregnant, yay!) sister and brother-in-law. The weather was still outstanding and, of course, the company was pretty good too!
________________________________I'd like to thank everyone for their kind and encouraging words about weaning. Well except my (pregnant, yay!) sister, who said the post was 'disgusting'. Hah. Don't worry, Jess, you'll get yours. As for an update, well, it's going. It's been more emotionally taxing than I expected, especially when JJ makes it clear that he really really really wants to nurse. But, it's time, and we'll all survive.
At present, my boobs look an awful lot like Kristen's because the right one just isn't getting the 'no more milk, please' message. Hubs put it so tactfully when he said 'you're sporting a light-weight and a heavy weight.' He was watching Million Dollar Baby when he said it, so I guess I can forgive him.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Consider Yourself Weaned.
About .4 seconds after Hubs took this picture, JJ bit down. Really effing hard. It's not the first time he's tested his teeth on me, but it is the first time since he turned one. And that was my threshold. No more boobies for you, kiddo. You're done, did.
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