I wish there had been video of me getting ready this morning. Sitting on the birthing ball pumping while blow drying my hair. When the phone rang and I rushed to get it, we were seriously in the running for America's Funniest 10 Gs. That would have bought me a lot of Habermanns.
Habermann's are the special bottle we use to feed Porkchop. Until my order comes I only have one. When it grew legs and walked away last night (i.e. Scrunch wanted to feed Shoopie) I was beside myself. If I ever open an Etsy store it will be after designing a special homing device to locate these bad boys. I'll put rhinestones on them so they're super cute and Etsy-worthy.
For a dude whose supposed to have trouble eating and feeding, no one told him. He gained half a pound this week and is officially not able to wear half the wardrobe I had planned for the next two months. To prove the labeling of clothes is a racket he wore his cute Milk and Honey 6 MONTH outfit yesterday at six days. I'm so glad they don't do adult clothes. I'd wear a size 84.
Snaps on children's ware might seem like a good idea, but NOT 43 OF THEM! Cruel trick to play on a woman who can't see straight yet.
I went braless in public for the first time in my entire life today and was bustier than I've ever been. That put an extra spring in my step let me tell you. I will be pumping until he leaves for college.
Scrunch is going to keep her brother. I found her pony in the Pack 'n Play. I asked her if she wanted it and she said, "No. He needs to have it." That's a biggie.
I pumped in the Marie Callender's parking lot. Adding to the list of things done in the Marie Callender's parking lot. Husband worked there when we were dating and we both worked there for a time as newlyweds.
You've got to try their fresh strawberry banana cream pie.
My brain seems to be working again, though on a limited capacity. If it has the word pumping or pie associated, I'm all over it.