Just a thought, do you ever look at other people's belly buttons and feel sorry for them? I found myself doing this yesterday at my child's swimming lesson. You see one of the babies in the class has a really extreme 'outie'. I don't know what the heck happened when the umbilical stub fell off, or maybe it never did and that's the problem...
While it's probably pretty weird, I've kept Jimmy's little 'stub' in his box of little baby stuff. I'll probably find it all rotten and insect infested in a few years or so.
Wednesday, 31 October 2007
Emotive Music or One Plain Crazy Momma?!
A friend warned me that after I'd been pregnant, I'd never be the same again. She said I'd become teary and emotional all the time and that small things would set me off... Don't you hate it when people are right!?
For me, it began when Jimmy was about 7 weeks old. I'd put on some sleep music for him and find myself sobbing... Brahms' Lullaby, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and even Sweet Molly Malone - a song about an Irish prostitute for goodness sake!
And don't even talk to me about the song about the Big Red Car by the Wiggles - I'm a blithering mess! Particularly the live version where they're all dancing around with the soldiers and ballerinas...
I'm actually starting to get embarrassed in front of my baby. I'm sure he's looking at me oddly when I'm smiling through my tears singing to him. Heaven help me if we ever go to a kiddie concert together!
For me, it began when Jimmy was about 7 weeks old. I'd put on some sleep music for him and find myself sobbing... Brahms' Lullaby, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and even Sweet Molly Malone - a song about an Irish prostitute for goodness sake!
And don't even talk to me about the song about the Big Red Car by the Wiggles - I'm a blithering mess! Particularly the live version where they're all dancing around with the soldiers and ballerinas...
I'm actually starting to get embarrassed in front of my baby. I'm sure he's looking at me oddly when I'm smiling through my tears singing to him. Heaven help me if we ever go to a kiddie concert together!
HOME DUTIES - Why It Sticks in My Throat!
I have a real problem writing HOME DUTIES when my occupation is requested on official documentation. It in no way does my life justice. I mean come on, I don't just do the tidying up and watering of pot plants.......... I get up at 5am and attend to the baby, having gone to bed at about 9.30pm (sad woman that I am...), and being rudely disturbed at least two to three times in the night by a small male wanting a feed... The day is spent in Jimmy World, feeding him, playing with him and taking care of all my son's needs. Around his 24/7 schedule, I fit in cleaning, administration, dog walking, food preparation, personal improvement activities and general neighbourhood nosiness.... So what do you mean, JUST home duties.... And I don't go in for this Home Executive or CEO business either. I'll have it known that my true occupation is that of a SAINT!!!!!
Tuesday, 30 October 2007
Parents With Prams - I've Joined Them!
Before I had Jimmy, I used to look at designated parents car parking with disgust! I thought why the hell should people with revolting little rug rats get parking spots all to themselves?!? I mean, come on, why are they so special and why couldn't I, the modern, funky gal about town, get my own designated bay?!!? After all, I was a woman on a mission WHO WAS VERY BUSY with no time to waste.
Well hasn't my attitude changed. When I first started using the 'Parents With Prams' car spots, I felt rather privileged and for some reason all giggly. While other people were circling around in frustration, I could cruise right into a spot! But the newness and novelty has quickly changed. I now see it as my right. After all, I am a mother, a parent to my son and I have a pram with a baby in it - SO MOVE IT!!!!!!!!!
And my goodness, if there isn't a spot, don't I become a raging beast! And low and behold ANYONE who tries to park their car without a suitable child (must be of pram pushing age) and contraption (none of those baby pouches please!)
But as a friend recently pointed out, while the bays are close to the door, they're often on the small side and not that great from a trolley return perspective. Maybe that explains my recent collection of scrapes and car door dints....
Well hasn't my attitude changed. When I first started using the 'Parents With Prams' car spots, I felt rather privileged and for some reason all giggly. While other people were circling around in frustration, I could cruise right into a spot! But the newness and novelty has quickly changed. I now see it as my right. After all, I am a mother, a parent to my son and I have a pram with a baby in it - SO MOVE IT!!!!!!!!!
And my goodness, if there isn't a spot, don't I become a raging beast! And low and behold ANYONE who tries to park their car without a suitable child (must be of pram pushing age) and contraption (none of those baby pouches please!)
But as a friend recently pointed out, while the bays are close to the door, they're often on the small side and not that great from a trolley return perspective. Maybe that explains my recent collection of scrapes and car door dints....
Repetition - Repetition - Repetition
Everyone tells you when you first have your baby how important a schedule is. Well I've now got one and, well - it's predictable to say the least...... Jimmy's world revolves around a 3 to 4 hour cycle. He's the true embodiment of a clock-work baby. He wakes up, has a cry and I feed him. The nappy is changed, I make whatever clothing alterations are necessary, and then we play a game or go out and run errands. I enjoy spending time with him and sharing in his discoveries and milestones, but I also take a secret delight for when he goes to sleep. You see, when my little man slumbers, my life begins!!! I look forward with relish to baby-free time. Sure, I may only be doing the ironing, cleaning up after our puppy or googling topics for the hell of it, but its my time for me. Whoops, I've only got about 5 minutes before he wakes up - I'd best finish reading about Britney.....
Monday, 29 October 2007
Sleep Like a Baby - Yeah Right!
Whoever coined the phrase, 'sleeping like a baby' should be shot!
BB (Before Baby), the phrase brought to mind peaceful, deep, un-disturbed slumber.....
Um, no - not when related to my life...
My little cherub mutters, throws his arms around, moves his head from side to side, lets out the odd squeal and farts like a trooper.
That's if I can actually get him to sleep. On a normal day, there's usually 10-20 minutes of protest crying, loud guffaws (he's learning how to laugh) and other strange noises. If he does succumb to sleep, he'll wake up screaming for his dummy (if it's fallen out) or cooing at his toy giraffe.
And what's with that grunting noise just before they fall asleep?!? Is this their way of communicating that it's sleep under sufferance and that we're evil mothers who can't be trusted?! Who knows.... But it would be a brilliant PHD topic!
BB (Before Baby), the phrase brought to mind peaceful, deep, un-disturbed slumber.....
Um, no - not when related to my life...
My little cherub mutters, throws his arms around, moves his head from side to side, lets out the odd squeal and farts like a trooper.
That's if I can actually get him to sleep. On a normal day, there's usually 10-20 minutes of protest crying, loud guffaws (he's learning how to laugh) and other strange noises. If he does succumb to sleep, he'll wake up screaming for his dummy (if it's fallen out) or cooing at his toy giraffe.
And what's with that grunting noise just before they fall asleep?!? Is this their way of communicating that it's sleep under sufferance and that we're evil mothers who can't be trusted?! Who knows.... But it would be a brilliant PHD topic!
Why I'm Going to the Gym Lop-Sided
This morning I've decided to get back into my gym routine..... Well, I don't really have a routine. Fact is I haven't really had one since Jimmy's been born - hmmmmm. BUT, that's going to change. I want to get back into shape, feel strong and also like what I see in the mirror. The old 'bod has certainly changed but its not beyond redemption - yet.... I'm below my pre-pregnancy weight - about 52kg, but have totally lost my muscle tone. I'll post a pic when I get a bit of confidence - public humiliation is a GREAT fitness incentive!
Right, back to what I was saying. I have a bit of a problem today. My left and right breasts are totally different sizes. If I wear my usual exercise gear, I am without a doubt going to look lop-sided. Jimmy slept for - wait for it - 7 hours in a row last night!!!!!!! Now this is a massive achievement in itself because he's only been averaging 4 hours of solid sleep (There is light at the end of the tunnel for his poor sleep deprived parents!). BUT, it means that both my breasts are massively engorged. I haven't had this for weeks! This combined with the fact that Jimmy has become adverse (and this is a polite way of putting it!) to my right breast, is a challenge. The little bugger screams if he comes anywhere near it. Gray and I have taken to calling it THE ALIEN BOOB! He hates it!
This really sucks! To start with, no one tells you that babies do this sort of thing. You're also not told that the result is that one breast becomes about 10 sizes larger than the other until you start weaning. Then I have been informed, your breasts usually return to their normal size - WHAT THE HELL DOES THIS MEAN!!!! AND WHAT HAPPENS IF THEY DON'T?!?!
So, I'm off to the gym in about 30 minutes for a work-out with two blatantly different size tits. Wish me luck, I'm going to need it!
Right, back to what I was saying. I have a bit of a problem today. My left and right breasts are totally different sizes. If I wear my usual exercise gear, I am without a doubt going to look lop-sided. Jimmy slept for - wait for it - 7 hours in a row last night!!!!!!! Now this is a massive achievement in itself because he's only been averaging 4 hours of solid sleep (There is light at the end of the tunnel for his poor sleep deprived parents!). BUT, it means that both my breasts are massively engorged. I haven't had this for weeks! This combined with the fact that Jimmy has become adverse (and this is a polite way of putting it!) to my right breast, is a challenge. The little bugger screams if he comes anywhere near it. Gray and I have taken to calling it THE ALIEN BOOB! He hates it!
This really sucks! To start with, no one tells you that babies do this sort of thing. You're also not told that the result is that one breast becomes about 10 sizes larger than the other until you start weaning. Then I have been informed, your breasts usually return to their normal size - WHAT THE HELL DOES THIS MEAN!!!! AND WHAT HAPPENS IF THEY DON'T?!?!
So, I'm off to the gym in about 30 minutes for a work-out with two blatantly different size tits. Wish me luck, I'm going to need it!
Today's Been Interesting - Baby Constipation!?
Well, there was a reason little Jimmy was crying so much today - it hurt when he was trying to poo..... Sigh, this is the reality of being a Mother. Baby poo interests you and is important. You talk about it with your husband / partner / mother / friends and the old lady that lives down the street. You examine the contents of nappies (diapers), exclaim over the colour and texture and marvel over the consistency in comparison to the original food source. It is a science - poo-ology. I'm in the process of learning it. I've just got to remember to wash my hands......
When You Get to the Bottom You Go Back to the Top
Well, here it is...... My baby is now 6 months old and ITS TIME TO RECLAIM MY LIFE!!!!!!!!! If that's not a self-powering statement, I don't know what the hell is!!! Baby crying so must go ........
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