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March 2010
I just went out for a meeting and came back into my office to find these:
The note said:
We love you! The red roses are from me, and the yellow ones are from Knox. We love you so much.
Love, Trevor
I totally cried. Nothing like a dozen roses to make you feel loved!
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Last night’s projectile vomiting episode truly did it in. Poor Knox, he was all fussy last night (probably because we sat down and tried to watch “The Blind Side”… how dare I pay attention to something other than darling Knox??!?) He kept trying to eat our shoulders, which generally means “feed me, woman!” so we figured he was just hungry. Anyway, after an hour of him freaking out and me trying to feed him unsuccessfully (don’t you love when they sit there crying and licking your nipple? I swear, it really helps when you put the nipple INSIDE of your mouth, baby) I decided to let Trevor have at it with a bottle of breast milk before my head exploded. It’s like he was drinking the bottle in reverse, instead of sucking, he was blowing and milk was flying everywhere. I didn’t want to waste the bottle that was still full of milk, so I tried.
VOMIT, VOMIT, VOMIT, VOMIT.
There are four vomits for a reason. That’s how many times Knox heaved and hurled milk all over our couch, projectile-style. Apparently, he in no way needed a bottle because enough milk came out of that child to fill two or three bottles. He was drenched, a puddle of milk residing in his lap, my entire right side was doused and I literally dripped puke when I stood up. And the couch. Poor, trusty old red sofa. Whoever made this couch surely did not have children or pets because the fabric has this woven look to it and EVERYTHING gets stuck in the fibers. I now have these lovely white patches of crusty baby barf all over the center cushion.
This episode earned Knox a second bath and me a second shower.
And then, he screamed. Because he was hungry again. It’s a vicious cycle, people.
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First, the awww. I LOVE his fauxhawk!
Can’t you tell he just adores being at work? Ha!
Now, the ugh. My milk supply is driving me up the wall! Things have been really good in that department and very consistent until the end of last week. All of a sudden, my boobs aren’t getting as full, and I feel like Knox is done eating in no time at all. I can’t tell if this is because 1) I didn’t pump at night for several nights in a row last week 2) Knox is hitting a growth spurt or 3) unknown factors. I have made sure to pump in the morning and at night to try to boost things back up but no dice, yet. I think he’s getting enough, but he does want to eat more often and when my milk lets down, it doesn’t feel like as much is in there. Who knows, I am ready for it to get back to normal! Hopefully it’s just a growth spurt. I’ll keep my fingers crossed.
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So, I have decided to start torturing myself and look into what bathing suit I will try to cram myself into this summer. Here is the situation: I am still sporting the linea negra from pregnancy. I do not think the world would appreciate looking at this in a bikini (nor would I, for that matter), so I thought, hmmm… a monokini would solve this problem! Then, I wouldn’t feel all frumpy and gross but could still cover up. I will, of course, be left with gnarly tan lines, but let’s be honest- I don’t care. No one sees me naked except for Knox and my poor sexually deprived husband (who is beginning to get jealous of said baby for all the time he gets to spend with my boobs).
Well, friends. I skipped over to the Victoria’s Secret swim section and discovered a host of further issues.
For example:
Cute. But I forgot about my *awesome* purple stretch marks that cover my entire lower left side. Crap. Maybe I need a tankini.
Maybe this?
Oh yeah. I have purple stretch marks all over my boobs and cleavage region.
I quit. I’m wearing a turtleneck and sweat pants.
In all seriousness, suggest some good places to find “mommy” bathing suits for people under the age of 65!
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