Motherhood is SO glamorous.

Howdy, friends.  I feel like my poor blog is so neglected.  It has been a real challenge to find time to blog several times each week like I was doing prior to C's arrival, but every week I tell myself that I need to get better about it...and I will eventually especially once this witching "hour" phase is dunzo.  ANYWAY.  Just thought I'd pop in to tell you about my glamorous day, HA.

Today was a day I've been dreading: my 6-week post-partum violation check-up.  My appointment was at 2:40, and I am not lying to you when I say it took me until 2:00 to get ready to go.  I had to get ready in shifts while C was napping because he was feeling noncooperative during his awake spells, which made me even more nervous to take him with me to the doctor.  I contemplated calling every girlfriend I know to see if someone could come keep him for me for an hour, but in the end I figured if he fussed it wouldn't be the first time people in an OB's office had heard a baby crying, so we went for it.  I held him off on eating so that he wouldn't need to eat right when I was being examined and I wouldn't let him go to sleep after that feeding until we were ready to go in hopes that he'd sleep the whole time.  He didn't sleep the whole time, but he still did great and I wondered why I was ever worried.  And speaking of eating, I fed C just before we left the house, but embarrassingly enough as soon as I put on the gown at the doctor's office I had what can only be referred to as a milksplosion.  The front of my gown was SOAKED by the time the doctor got in (and I didn't have to wait on him very long at all).  Dr. T walked in and said, "well it looks like nursing is going really well."  I told him to examine the lady lumps at his own risk and that he may want to wear a wet suit.  Ha!  Dr. T couldn't get over C and kept saying what a "fine looking boy" he is.  Everyone loved all of his chunk/squish and his hair, ha!  In case anyone cares, all is well with the lady parts (betcha didn't think that would be the case after a 9+lber, did ya?).  The only thing left to do is decide what kind of birth control to go on: the minipill (progestrin-only so as not to affect the milk supply) or an IUD.  We are undecided as to whether we are done with babies (and by "we" I mean me, because Dan says he's definitely done), but clearly I am a fertile myrtle and we are trying to avoid surprises because IF there is a number three (and that is a BIG IF at this point), we would prefer a  little more time in between.

After the doctor, C and I headed to the mall to pick up a birthday gift for Prince Danny, who turns the big 3-1 tomorrow.  Nothing like waiting til the last minute, right?  I forgot to mention that C was clearly working on a poop while we were at the doctor (complete with grunts, red face, pushes, the poop face which Dr. T found to be hilarious).  By the time we got to the mall, not only was his diaper dirty but he was starving.  I decided to feed him and then tackle the poopsplosion because he was pretty mad.  So, C and I just hung out in the mall parking lot breast feeding.  I tried to park in a place where there wasn't a lot of traffic but we still got some interesting looks.  I couldn't help but laugh at how once upon a time I would have been horrified at the thought of nursing in a mall parking lot.  The best part was when C finished eating and I went to burp him and he barfed all. over. me.  To clarify: he basically barfed into the side of my face and hair, and it went all down my front and into my shirt and puddled in my bra as well.  It was lovely.  Firstly, WHY does he only barf on me on days when I've actually washed (and in today's case, styled) my hair?!  I mean come on son, that really only happens maybe once every two weeks these days (not lying).  Secondly, how is it that I was covered in vomit and C managed to remain completely clean?  Last-minute shopping trips for Dan's birthday must be bad luck, because I seem to recall a similar experience involving a poopsplosion when I made the trek with L 2 years ago.  Fortunately, I managed to change C's diaper with minimal drama today, and we were on our way.  Unfortunately, I smelled like baby barf and looked a hot mess, but I'm sure it somehow could have been worse.

We rounded out the day with an extremely cranky toddler with an attitude and several meltdowns and, later on, a crabby baby too.  Glory.  I hoped we were in the clear on the witching "hour" tonight, but much to our dismay it was just delayed a little.  C gave us a break over the weekend and it was lovely, but we weren't as lucky today, sigh.  Both babes are in bed now and I am trying hard not to chug the enormous glass of wine my sweet husband poured for me.  Of course I love my kiddos, but my word are they a lot of work a lot of the time sometimes.

I know I have been promising a giveaway, and I am hear to tell you that it's not a lie, it will go live soon so keep watching for it!  In the mean time, I hope to get a post together at some point this week to show you all C's fabulous newborn photos taken by the always fantastic Stephanie Aldridge Photography.  And who knows, maybe I'll even go wild and write three posts this week.  Baby steps, right?

Happy Monday!

Sarah