Baby makes three

Baby makes three . . .

hours of sleep feel like a luxury

meals a day nearly impossible

minutes to myself a total fantasy

pairs of "skinny pants" hit the Salvation Army bin

weeks between sex with the hubby seem pretty normal

trips to the laundromat a light week

outfit changes a day seem normal

hundred dollar doctor visits a fact of life

Working Mom

A friend asked me to describe the whole working Mom thing, and I wrote this:

Getupfeedbabychangebabycommutewithbabyworkskiplunchruntopickupbabycommutewithbabyfeedbaby.

Basically, there's no free space in my life.

Hmmmmmm

Baby Brain

If it's all about eating for two while you're pregnant, it becomes all about thinking for two after the birth. I was never good at thinking for one. Somewhere in my bag, underneath a burp towel, I've got a BlackBerry to keep me tethered to work. I've also got an iTouch somewhere to help me stay connected to my personal email. But when you need to keep track of baby diapers, wipes, feedings, changings, etc., no digital crutch will replace those brain cells that used to remember EVERYTHING.

Anyone ever notice that when you drop the "M" in mother, it's simply "other."

Breastfeeding

It's supposed to be natural, but the act of getting a baby to feed from your mammary glands is rocket science. Latching techniques, milk supply enhancements, nipple guards, nursing bras, pillows that wrap around your middle making you look like a ballerina with an over-starched tutu. There's more equipment for nature's fast food restaurant than make-up in Paris Hilton's purse. (It's gotta be in there somewhere beneath the dog.)

But I try to make light of it, especially at two o'clock in the morning, Dylan's new favorite snack time. To that end, I present the new names for my boobs. Tatas, pillows, knockers, melons--as if there weren't enough synonyms for breasts. Anyway, these names are inspired by the one-at-a-time, left-right approach of feeding a baby.

McDonalds & Burger King
Left Bank Café & Right Bank Bistro
Lefties & Righties
Chocolate & Vanilla
Unleaded & Diesel
Grande & Venti (Yes, one boob does offer more milk than the other)
Latte & Au Lait
Pizza & Beer

Dylan's crying out for the boobs right now. Got Milk? Gotta go . . .