Well, I’ve been sick for a little more than a week, and haven’t left the house very often as a result. In fact, the last time that I did leave was on Easter and only to go to Urgent Care. Yep, it’s been a great week and not really the memorable first Easter that I wanted to share with my little man. Obviously, he didn’t know any different but that’s not the point. Ugh. Mom fail.
I still feel like crap, but at one point I had a fever, the dog was throwing up, and Angel was suffering from food poisoning while Lucas was screaming and coughing. A family who shares everything. That’s what we’ve become.
In odd news, I’m losing hair by the handful over here. Seriously. By. The. Handful. Maybe I’m taking chemotherapy that I wasn’t aware of, because it’s scary the amount of hair that’s coming out of my head at the rate that it is. I should be bald by the end of the month. Secretly I’m hoping that it’s just the end of the drop in all of the crazy pregnancy stuff since they say that you stop losing hair when you’re pregnant because of the hormones and you lose it all after you have the baby. I mean, it’s bad enough over here that even the house cleaner made a comment about how worried she was about the amount of hair I was losing. Yeah. I’m not kidding.
And speaking of the end of all of these crazy pregnancy things, I’m happy to report that I finally put myself on the scale and I’m under my pre-pregnancy weight. Having never lifted a weight or started a diet. Go me! That doesn’t, however, mean that I don’t look like I’m carrying around a flotation device around my belly still and have boobs out to here. Why doesn’t anyone tell you these things? In my mom’s defense, she did try and I stupidly thought to myself “but I’ll be different” and I’m here to shout it to the blogging world: No. You won’t. What was flat will now be round, what was small will now stick out, and what was perky you will now trip over. “But you’ll have this little baby that makes it all worth it” or strongly suggest surrogacy to anyone who asks- which they don’t but they totally should.
Do you boobs hang low? Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie them in a knot? Can you tie them in a bow?
Can you throw them over your shoulder and then feed your son a 7 course meal that will only hold him over for 3 hours before he starts screaming for more because he doesn’t know how much of a job this is?
Do your boobs hang low?
And since I’m already talking about my boobs, I’m going to throw out into the world that my son now BITES and PINCHES. Yep and yep. It doesn’t matter if I yell at him, flick him in the mouth, stop feeding him, or call him names (yes, I have done these all). Now I can tell when he’s about to and I look at him and say “don’t you even think about it!” and then he either smiles at me, or gets this devious look in his eyes, bites me, and then smiles while I’m yelling. He knows exactly what he’s doing. That little punk. But my 6 month goal of breastfeeding is in serious jeopardy over here unless he stops immediately because this is no longer enjoyable and I don’t want to hate my baby and we’re on that path when he bites me every few hours and then started pinching this afternoon.
As a result of being sick, I don’t have a ton of photos to share for my week, but I do have a few while I was feeling under the weather and before I was hit by the proverbial Mac Truck of sickness. I’ll type morewhen I feel like I’m not knocking on death’s door.