Sunday

[same_sky]

I am a somewhat prickly person when it comes to certain things, and I always thought that it would annoy the crap out of me how little people care about seeing YOU when you have a baby. They're all "yay! the baby is here!" and then, "uh, hi, I guess," to you. As it turns out... that's kind of fun. (I reserve the right to get tired of it in the future.) We took off yesterday to go camping! Or.. to meet my parents where they're camping, stay a few hours and then come home. Whichever. It was an hour and a half from here, which is how far it would have been to go to their house, so we figured that Evelyn could handle the drive. As soon as we pulled in, everyone ran to the car and waited eagerly for me to get her out of the seat. It was so sweet and I had so much fun seeing them all passing her around. You know what the weirdest part was? All week long, I sit here at home with her, and invariably at some point in the day I am thinking how I wish someone was there so they could just hold her for a few minutes so I could go do something else... and yet. After a little while of Mom and my aunt (and the others) passing her back and forth, my hands started itching to have her back. It's almost like I like her or something. The camping was nice, by the way. My family tends to view camping as an excuse to take the camper and go somewhere to cook/eat a lot, so there is A/C and running water and beds and all that--not exactly roughing it. The neighboring campers were sitting outside their camper under the awning watching television, though. Isn't that a little weird? Sure, bring your television if that's what you're into, but watching it outside? What's the point of that? Guess I can't talk since we sat in the camper half the day ourselves.

I caved and let M celebrate his first Father's Day this weekend instead of next. We'll probably be gone next week anyway, or so I rationalized. Evelyn :) bought him the 1998 season of Red Green, and Pocket Ref, which, I have to admit, is a fantastic gift. I got the idea while watching Mythbusters, and that alone should tell you that it has a high cool factor. Or a high geek factor at least.

And now for the most wonderful news! I did not wear a bra last night to bed! I hate wearing a bra at night, especially since I don't really have a great sleeping bra. Yet, when one is nursing, it is not a great idea to go to bed without one, or at least it is not a great idea for me to go to bed without one. So I saw people talking about LilyPadz on a few sites, and I thought, that could not possibly work. They're a sort of reusable plastic cup that, without the use of adhesives, attaches to your nipple and just stays there through magic, leaving no residue. But, after reading a bunch of reviews at Amazon, I took the plunge and bought some on Ebay. (They're new! No worries! Just cheaper.) They arrived yesterday and I LOVE them so far. They work! They really do work! I slept so well. And for so long. Weekends are swell.

We've been trying to cut M's hair for two weeks now, but the baby always seems to need attention during the hours in which we can do it. I haven't cut it since before she was born so you can imagine that Boyo is beginning to look a bit shaggy. However, she has finally gone to bed after an evening of cranky awakeness, so we had better take advantage of it before it's too late.. unless it's already too late since I just heard her squawk.

Comments

[mayna.livejournal.com]

That's interesting about the breast pads, I usualy only leak at the beginning and then dono't have problems with leaking. But I wore breast pads for a really long time with Maylie for no reason (ok well I'd have the OCCASIONAL drip).

[same-sky.livejournal.com]

I don't know how my leaking will go later on. It's already much less. However, I started leaking at fourteen weeks pregnant so I've been dealing with the breast pads for quite some time. The cloth ones I made and wore while pregnant are still inadequate so I am guessing it'll be a while (if ever) before I can be free of them. I'm just happy to be able to sleep without worrying about them again.