My Week

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.

At the Chicago Bulls game with the family

At the Chicago Bulls game with the family

The car ride home from Chicago.  Molly has decided that Lucas is okay and can stay in the family

The car ride home from Chicago. Once again, proof that dogs take on the personality of their owners.

Morning play time

Morning play time

Morning nap in our (still) unfurnished family room with his butt up in the air.  Sidenote: our new couches should be here the first week in may- FINALLY

Morning nap in our (still) unfurnished family room with his butt up in the air. Sidenote: our new couches should be here the first week in may- FINALLY

we're still working on sitting

we’re still working on sitting

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Getting ready for Easter

Getting ready for Easter

Proof that there IS sun in Michigan.  Even if it was only for a day.  Angel took us to South Haven, which is a small beach town on Lake Michigan for the day.  We walked around the shops, had lunch, and spent some time soaking up the vitamin D that we so miss from Arizona

Proof that there IS sun in Michigan. Even if it was only for a day. Angel took us to South Haven, which is a small beach town on Lake Michigan for the day. We walked around the shops, had lunch, and spent some time soaking up the vitamin D that we so miss from Arizona

Baby's first Easter basket!

Baby’s first Easter basket!

Sick momma with her babies keeping her company on the couch

Sick Momma with her babies keeping her company on the couch

Look at all of these colors!

Look at all of these colors!

But MOM, are you SEEING these colors?!

But MOM, are you SEEING these colors?!

My little Easter bunny with his little Easter basket

My little Easter bunny with his little Easter basket (thanks for the outfit, Grandma!)

First Easter

First Easter

Angel got me a desk for my craft room and it's finally done!!  So here is my craft room in all of its crafty perfection

Angel got me a desk for my craft room and it’s finally done!! So here is my craft room in all of its crafty perfection

The first output from my new craft room: baby TOMS (which are shoes) for a friend of mine who is expecting any minute now!  Even made with custom tags for Liesel (what they will name her).  Between these and my diaper cakes, I should open an Etsy shop

The first output from my new craft room: baby TOMS (which are shoes) for a friend of mine who is expecting any minute now! Even made with custom tags for Liesel (what they will name her). Between these and my diaper cakes, I should open an Etsy shop

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3 thoughts on “My Week

  1. Natalie

    Shedding like crazy over here, too! My hubby gets so grossed out after I shower and he sees big clumps of it in the trash after I comb my hair, haha. I’m just happy it’s still falling out…last time it STOPPED falling out and I was all “oh hooray! All done shedding!” Yeah that’s because I was Preggo AGAIN! So I’m cool with it, haha. I just vacuum a lot.

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