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So it turns out that when you have to sit and hook yourself up to a breast pump and be milked like a cow several times a day, you end up watching a lot of TV on the internet. I have thoughts. ( The Big Bang Theory )( Castle )( Glee )( Bones )( Fringe )( Supernatural )( Psych )( Stargate Universe )( White Collar )( Numb3rs )I'm also re-watching Stargate with redial_the_gate, as always, but I hardly need to tell you how I feel about that show, do I? *grin* Tags: big bang theory, bones, castle, fringe, glee, numb3rs, psych, sgu, supernatural, tv, white collar
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1. OMG I miss you guys! Have been slowly trying to ease back into fandom a bit via SPN episode reactions (on which I am behind) and redial_the_gate, but I miss the copious amounts of friendslist-reading time afforded by my previous life as a Snarky Receptionist of Doom. *sniff* 2. On the upside, the geekspawn is nursing a lot better, and feeding him usually involves a lot less sturm und drang these days. I'm thus a lot more comfortable nursing in semi-public (by which I mean places where only other women can see me, I'm going to need a few more degrees of confidence and a proper nursing cover before I'm okay just sitting down in any corner and going for it). So while my internet social life languishes, I at least have regained some fragment of my real-life one and can attend church without totally stressing out every week. 3. Speaking of nursing, a question about breastmilk for people who know stuff: various books and other sources quote wildly differing numbers when it comes to how long the boobie juice can be stored in the fridge. I've seen everything from 48 hours to eight days. What is the story on that, and is there some authoritative figure that anyone can direct me to? 4. Re-reading Gone With the Wind. Damn, this book is a masterpiece. 5. This just in: my kid is really cute. Tags: baby bear, lj fairy
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Well, first-time vaccinations are officially my least favorite thing this week (and it has not been an easy week, either). His Fourthness, now seven weeks old, visited the doctor today and came home with two stabbed-up thighs, which apparently got very sore while he slept because when he woke up the crying was apocalyptic. My normally sweet baby who almost never cries for any longer than it takes to get me to feed him screamed uncontrollably and with great pathos for what seemed like forever. I guess if you're brand new and have never known pain, sore thighs are a big deal. Thank goodness for Baby Motrin is all I'm saying. (I totally wept when they gave him his shots and he let loose with the "WHY are you HURTING me??" wail, which I'd never heard before. And I cried again when he woke up at home and started shrieking. The mother-in-law had to come help me dose him with Motrin, I was so beside myself. That's more crying in one day than I normally do in six months to a year. I've never been so distraught over someone else's pain. Being a mommy is weird.) In happier news, according to the doctor's scale, he's nine pounds and nine ounces today. Gone is the gangly little baby of yore, here is the hungry hungry hippo baby with three chins. So all the sore mammaries and epic nursing sessions that make me feel like I'm in Purgatory are not going to waste! \o/ Aaand the angry baby with the hurting legs is finally sound asleep, so I think I will go take a nap before he wakes up and discovers that the Motrin is wearing off. *crashes* Tags: baby bear
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Today was Bear's two-week check-up with his pediatrician, who proclaimed herself very pleased with his weight gain (he had gained back his birth weight after only a week of life last Tuesday, and he's gained an ounce a day since then) and everything else about him. We can has healthy growing baby! In celebration of which, I come bearing a picspam! But first, some whining about breastfeeding, because I feel the need to complain. At length. (Seriously, go ahead and skip to the pictures. I'm not kidding about the "at length" part. At all.) ( In which I actually manage not to use the word 'boob' even once... )Okay, I feel better. Really, other than the tedium and frustration of breastfeeding, I'm doing remarkably well. I'm tired, of course, but I'm nowhere near as drained and exhausted as I was all during pregnancy. I finally have an honest-to-God appetite, I have my body mostly to myself again, and I'm not sick anymore!! *dances* As much trouble as he occasionally is, I like Bear much better now that he's outside the womb than I did when he was making me wretchedly ill and miserable for eight months. Plus, he's really cute, and that makes up for a lot. Speaking of which: on to the pictures!! ( Warning: EPIC CUTENESS under the cut! )Tags: baby bear, photo posts
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