Paybacks are a B!TCH

* warning.... this post contains waaaaaaayyyyyy TMI *
You've been warned.

OK... so ask any woman, whether she has been pregnant or not, what one of the great things about being pregnant is and she'll undoubtedly answer "no periods for 9 months!!!" Yes. It is such a nice thing to not have to deal with pads or poons and cramps and mood swings and... well, whatever it is that gets you down during "that time." Let me tell you though... Mother Nature has a sick sense of humor because she surely makes up for it when your little "gift" comes back again after popping that baby out. Holy Maxi Pad, Batman. It is no joke how bad the first period after birth is. Sheesh. I mean, you have no choice but to wear the industrial sized hot dog bun for a pad. And you soak it right up charlie! Unbelievable! The bleeding was bad, but the cramps seemed to be not so bad. Maybe it's because once you've experienced contractions, menstrual cramps seem like butterfly kisses. This may not be worthy of a post... but I had to put it out there as fair warning for those of you considering having a baby just to get rid of periods for awhile...

Happy Easter!

I think I have a toothache. Again... no time to *really* update with a wordy post... so here's a pic instead.

2 months and still truckin'

Well folks... it appears that I have survived 2 months of motherhood.... and the baby's head hasn't spun off yet! Good news for most. I'm not so sure that I am getting used to the lack of sleep... I'm just not wired that way... but I survive... thanks to a helpful husband that takes over in the a.m. so I can catch some z's. I don't like waking up with most of the morning gone... but ya have to pick your battles, yes?

Today was G's 2 month well-baby appointment... yes, the one where he gets his first series of vaccinations. OMG. I think I cried more than he did... poor guy. POOR ME. It is HEARTWRENCHING to see your kid have to be in pain. It's bad enough when it is an accident... but the kind that we (and when I say we I mean the big bad nurse) inflict on them? OMG. Ouch. Rightfully so, he was cranky the rest of the day... my punishment I guess for hurting him like that. How dare I protect him from life threatening illnesses? Anyway... he is down for the night (and when I say night, I mean until 2 a.m.) and I should be sleeping. I will lay down as soon as I update here. I promise.

Anyway... little dude is weighing in at 11 lbs 13 oz and is 23 inches long (both 50% range). His nugget measured in at some outrageous number I don't even want to list. He gets a big head from me... oh and his dad (75% range... yowza!).

I'm sorry that this blog has had so many "baby" posts lately... but frankly that is what my life has been all about lately. I'm starting to emerge from the gof (was supposed to say fog- clearly I'm not there yet). And will hopefully have more crafty or random things to post.

But, what would a post be without a pic? A lame attempt at a self-portrait.