So the baby’s asleep, not in my arms for once, thankfully, and I feel like I must update my blog with something, although I have no clue what.  I do not really have as much time as I used to for navel-gazing and selfish introspection that is necessary to complete a blog.  I think of great things I could use while on a walk or nursing Stella in the dead of night, but then I never get around to typing them up.  Crap, there she goes, with her crying that sounds  a lot like Frankenstein (at least over the monitor).  Her binky probably fell out. 

Yep, her binky fell out, the vibration on her bassinet stopped, as well as the womb sounds.  Sometimes you just got to do anything you can to soothe the baby, folks.  Thank God for electronics.  Anyway, I still have not set up my Stella-blog, filled out her baby book, or cleaned the bathroom and baseboards, like I said I would today for Anna’s shower Saturday.  Sometimes I just can’t get motivated.  Also, I feel like she is going to start wailing any moment, and so I just don’t get started on a project.  Bad, I know;)  But, I did get a load of diapers washed today (they are currently drying), so all is not lost!

I did have a belly-gazing thought on a walk the other day; my boobs have ceased to be sexual objects, or things to be modest about, or connected to me in any way really.  They are simply “Bottles” that feed Stella.  I mean, I whip them out in front of more and more people and don’t really care if they look.  What kind of freak looks at the boobs of a nursing mother, that’s just wrong?!  But I used to be so modest about it.  Now I couldn’t care less.  In just a month and 3 days, that transformation has taken place.  Kind of amazing.

Oh, I got intoxicated Saturday night for the first time in God knows how long.  Actually, I do know how long, I think the last time was my birthday, June 2, or the night I went out with the AWD folks which would have been like the next week after that.  It was fun, but I felt really gross and dry mouthed and icky throughout the night and the next morning.  And because I had to dump my milk, I wound up not being able to see The Beard of Avon.  So I don’t know that it was worth it.  Of course, there is another temptation this weekend at Tara’s birthday, but I think I’ll try to be responsible and stick to my one drink.  If I don’t have any milk stored, I guess I don’t have any choice!Â

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Comments

Marsha

2006-04-28T21:55:52.000Z

I just stopped nursing after 9 months.  I have all but forgotten when my cleavage made me feel sexy.  And I lost my understanding that other women didn’t expose their boobs unflinchingly in public.  I got so used to it.  Just not a big deal to me.  Interesting phenomenon, isn’t it?

Are you using cloth diapers?  I use prefolds and bummis.  Would love to know what you use and how they work for you.

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