L’Shanah Tova! It’s Rosh Hashanah, which is the Jewish New Year, so it only seems appropriate that I start tonight by wishing you all a sweet new year. We’re celebrating with my husband’s family tomorrow (but honestly we’re only celebrating because my brother-in-law is coming to town (which results in the earth stopping, usually), otherwise it would probably go rather under celebrated).
I wrote a piece at Curvy Girl Guide last week that I feel really passionate about and I would love if you would click over. You’ll see very quickly why it’s so near and dear to me (and I’m not sending you for ad clicks, I’m sending you because seriously, it’s that important).
The baby is finally napping somewhat reliably, though he has gotten into such a routine of fussiness between like 4-6pm. It’s just a relentless 2 hours of whining. Not crying, just whining. It grates on my soul.
Yesterday was my sister’s baby shower, which I threw, with the help of several of her friends. It went very well and was really nice, but I am never, ever throwing another baby shower. Or at least I’m not while I have an infant at home and when I accidentally agree to work the day before the shower. It was exhausting and I feel like I didn’t get to see my own baby for days. I’m glad I did it, I just seriously underestimated how much work it was. She has another one this weekend in our hometown, so we’ll make the 3 hour trek and spend some time with family this weekend.
And also, it’s our county fair, which I am irrationally excited about. I know Eli won’t give a crap, but I still feel like the fair is a yearly rite of passage or something and he HAS to go. Even if it’s going to be hotter than the hinges of hell.
Which, MOTHER NATURE, STOP IT. It’s so hot. Like, still over 100 degrees outside hot. On Friday it was 110 in the city I was working and the clinic got up to 80 degrees, even with the air conditioning on. It was gross and they considered closing early because there were concerns about whether it was safe for the elderly patients to be out or in the clinic in that weather.
Tonight during my baby’s nightly pre-bedtime milk load up, he spit up just a tremendous quantity…right down my bra. The bra I was going to wear tomorrow (don’t judge me) because all my other bras were in the hamper. So instead, I’m doing a load of bras and burp rags. That load of laundry kind of perfectly captures my life right now.
Question: are my boobs going to completely disappear when I stop pumping? Because they are kind of magnificent and I’m trying to decide if I should just give up and buy a whole bunch of new shirts or if there’s hope that someday my old ones will fit again.
I’m working Monday and Wednesday this week, then I’m off until next Wednesday when I’m working 3 days in a row, an hour from home. I have some concerns that I’m totally going to miss the baby’s awake hours, but it’s only 3 days and we will survive. Plus, I’ll definitely get to see him in the middle of the night…
Alright, I’m done for tonight. I am going to get some rest before a full day of work and a full evening of in-laws. Have a great week!