Left side

Ok, when you're right handed is your left side just weaker at everything?

I think there is a post here about how my left hand bitches about carrying water on long runs. Now my left breast is a giant (word chosen with accuracy) dud. Seriously, it gets beaten two to one at least by my right breast. Every time!

I have been trying to figure out how to incorporate exercise into life with work now. So far I've only gone for runs on the weekend and one during the week. I was hoping that when I didn't have the stroller I'd turn into a speed demon (or at least not completely suck wind) but nope.

Gratuitous baby picture because I can.



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Gag me

A lactating woman has to suffer a lot of ridiculousness. Often it is in the form of cutesy (stupid) names for products. Examples include the hooter hider and lily pads.
Today while searching for a pumping bra that wasn't made by satan (or that I'm not too stupid to understand) I came across my least favorite.

A line of bras called Dairy Fairy.
Nothing'll make you feel like a prized heifer than a visit from the dairy fairy.


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Monday, Monday

Man I love the weekend. That hasn't changed since maternity leave.

Let's see. I succeeded in my work wardrobe challenge for a full week. My goals were: no jeans, hair done, bb cream applied and at least one piece of flair.
















What I learned from that week is:
-I need to figure out shoes
-It isn't hard to not wear jeans of you have more pairs of pants (I now have four pairs, two from banana republic, one Chico and one jcpenny) all of which were sourced from value villiage for 2-7$ and taken in to be hemmed for $14 a piece)
-my ears may be sensitive to super cheap earrings
-I need more moisture beyond the bb cream but that stuff is fantastic.

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Attempt 2

Pumping again. Getting more normal. I reached out yesterday to my reasoning board (who also happen to be the majority of my readership) about frustrations I'm coming back to at work. They both wisely talked me down from potentially damaging words and actions and I am feeling MUCH better today.

I am going to be like phoebe when she was put on charge of the ice (if you haven't seen that episode if friends please do).

I will take this opportunity to gush about the awesome people in my life.

My hubby: he is killing it at home. Baby is happy, he makes dinner and went to the drugstore to get me foot pads. He was nervous about being at home but I never doubted him. I also think he is having fun with it. Baby boy rolled back to tummy for daddy yesterday and I'm pretty sure that sealed the deal on how awesome it is to be home. Diaper laundry and all.



My right breast: she outpaces lefty every time. And she is always game to go again.


Our wonderful friend a&K: they are going to watch baby boy tomorrow so we can go to a holiday party. I hope he is his awesome self for them!


The aforementioned panel of reason: isn't it great that you can panic and be able to reach help so quickly. May have saved lives.


( this published weird in my rss so I'm trying again)






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The one where phoebe is in charge of ice

Pumping again. Getting more normal. I reached out yesterday to my reasoning board (who also happen to be the majority of my readership) about frustrations I'm coming back to at work. They both wisely talked me down from potentially damaging words and actions and I am feeling MUCH better today.

I am going to be like phoebe when she was put on charge of the ice (if you haven't seen that episode if friends please do).

I will take this opportunity to gush about the awesome people in my life.

My hubby: he is killing it at home. Baby is happy, he makes dinner and went to the drugstore to get me foot pads. He was nervous about being at home but I never doubted him. I also think he is having fun with it. Baby boy rolled back to tummy for daddy yesterday and I'm pretty sure that sealed the deal on how awesome it is to be home. Diaper laundry and all.









My baby: he rolls, he smiles, he sleeps alright (though I need to convince him that we only observe one four o'clock per day). He reacts hilariously to solid food.

















My right breast: she outpaces lefty every time. And she is always game to go again.

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Our wonderful friend a&K: they are going to watch baby boy tomorrow so we can go to a holiday party. I hope he is his awesome self for them!



























The aforementioned panel of reason: isn't it great that you can panic and be able to reach help so quickly. May have saved lives.









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Bizarro

I am back at work. And milking myself in a spare office.

This was on the list of things I never pictured myself doing. I feel so strange, super anxious and need to calm down.

I am trying to dress a bit more professionally now.

Here is my ootd.









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December 3, 2013

I am lying in my bed watching my tiny big boy sleep next to me. I should move him to his bed and get busy tidying up and getting dressed. But today, with only a handful of days left before I go back to work, I decided I’d just soak up looking at him and try to jot down some of my thoughts on the most eventful, life changing, unique, exciting and downright wonderful four months of my life. But I sort of don’t feel like I have the right words. I am just speechless with gratitude. I am so grateful to have him in my life and to have been able to watch him grow the past four months. I will never know how to thank Michael for making it possible and I have enjoyed watching him get to know his son. He is such a loving person and our son is so lucky to have him.

There are so many things that have surprised me. I couldn’t believe how easy the transition was to feeling like his mommy. He just feels so right in our house, in our lives. I am also surprised at what a basket case having an infant has made me. I just don’t want to miss anything and worry that I wouldn’t see it if he was sick.

I am nervous as hell about going back to work. Time just feels like it has quadrupled in value and, especially when we are all back to work/at daycare, I am worried about how we’ll manage it. I also worry that I won’t remember how to do anything or that I won’t have any idea what is going on. I am freaked that pumping at work won’t work out and will be a major stressor. I am going to miss my baby a lot but I will also miss having someone at home. It is HUGELY convenient to be able to get all the BS of home life (laundry, grocery shopping, phone calls, appointments) done during the weekday to relieve the burden at night and on weekends.

I am trying to be cool about how much I am going to miss this kid but it definitely punches me in the gut every once in a while. He is constantly doing awesome stuff and I’m going to miss lots of it. What will it be like to be apart from him? We have been together full time for over a year, how will I survive without him?

I can’t believe this season of life is ending; it has been my most treasured.



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It's the final countdown

It is my last week of maternity leave and I am a bundle of emotions.

Went for a run with my boy today and got this view:



Gray skies, maybe but beauty too.

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