I haven’t shaved my legs since before Claira was born.
My leg hair is long enough to braid now.
Luckily I’m still managing to feel feminine.
Of course, it’s hard not to when you’re suddenly an E cup.
I recently donated all my button-up shirts to charity.
Neil keeps wrecking my Nobly-Suffering-in-Silence routine by telling everyone when I’m having a hard time and he’s doing so GLEEFULLY. Tonight he told me that he “told the neighbour” on me and that there’s no point hiding the truth because she knows I’ve been hurting.
Oh yeah, I should confess that I’ve been hurting.
I’m glad the numb feeling isn’t permanent but regenerating nerves and whatnot? Ouchie!
Also ouch worthy? Pumping milk. It hasn’t even been a month yet and I’d already love to be done. Good news is I love her more. Bad news is I don’t get to feel quite so virtuous about giving her the best start when I’m grumbling and feeling sorry for myself the entire time. Note to self: stop that.
I miss cable TV and I hate that I miss it.
I haven’t read a book since I came home and worse, I have no desire to. Not surprising really but it’s seriously messing with my sense of self.
The hamster I never wanted in the first place died this weekend. I cried. So did Emma. So did Neil. Becca didn’t. I asked if she was sad and she replied in a rather eerie voice, “No. I’m glad Ellie died.”
Becca scares me sometimes. She prefers to play the villain during all imaginative play and has perfected the evil chortle with accompanying maniacal hand rubbing. Freaky.
I’m totally cheating in the realm of post-pregnancy weight loss by counting the loss of surgery related water retention. Eleven pounds and counting! (Hey, whatever keeps me motivated to be healthy, right?)
For the last three weeks I’ve been dreaming nightly that I’m an international super spy. I’m certain this means something.
My Christmas cards are written but are being held up, as always, by the complete and total lack of anything resembling a family photo. Anyone local reading this know how to take pictures that hide double chins?
I’m happy. There are a lot of things in my life I could choose to be unhappy over, but I’m not. And really, that’s not like me at all. Normally I seize every opportunity to sulk and whine and mope and just generally indulge in melancholy. I don’t know if the experiences of the last few months have effected a lasting change, or if I’m just so dang happy to be home that I can’t even consider being miserable right now. With all the pain and discomfort, with the messy house and having to rely on others for help. With Emma acting up in the daytime and Becca being needy in the night time. With lack of sleep and feeling like a cow who has to be milked. With a sink full of dishes and piles of unfolded laundry everywhere. With all of that and more…I am still blissfully, sweetly happy.
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*HUGS* I’m glad your happy despite the challenges that are coming. Wish I could be closer to help out . . . but infinitely glad that Neil is “telling on you” :)
And as for the Christmas card picture? I say keep the double chins in the photo . . . anyone who gets a Christmas card from you won’t care . . . and if they DO care . . . they shouldn’t be on your card list in the first place!
much love!
oh poop . . . I wish I could delete that blatant mistake . . . of course I mean “I’m glad YOU’RE happy . . . ” . . . oi
I’m sorry you’re hurting! And I’m so glad you’re managing to be happy with the stack of things (some of them literal stacks) that can so easily contribute to your unhappiness! Keep up the good work, Kim. This is one of those periods in life where you really just have to do your best and not sweat the small stacks. I mean the small stuff.
Love your list. (I’d totally count the water weight too.)
Hey, I haven’t shaved my legs since Claira was born either!
You could cheat this year and just put in a picture of the kids. :)
First: Water weight is ALL part of the deal. Count it and be proud.
Second: As already said, no one should care, but as YOU care I always say tip your head up… that or edit the photo. But again: I bet you look cute anyway. Or maybe it was Claira’s double chin we’re talking about…? :)
Your hamster was Ellie? My daughter is Ellie. We’re practically sisters, now! (Except I totally wanted her, and nobody died.)
This is fun for me, to peek into your life.
Also, I’m tremendously jealous of the boobs.
(And you? Are brave beyond reckoning to list the battle of the bulge over there–>) Go get ‘em, sista.
But just imagine how awesome your legs will feel once they’re clean shaven ;) I hope things settle down and relax for you. I’m so glad that you are happy :)
My sister and her family did a card with pictures of their feet one year. They wrote Merry Christmas with sidewalk chalk and drew some other decorations and then the pic was of their feet standing with the decorated sidewalk.
Or you could take a pic of the baby with all of your hands on her in the pic…
OR you could just WORK the double chin!
I’m glad you are happy.
Oh, and “I’m glad Ellie Died” in an eerie voice, made me laugh. I’m sorry, but it did.
So glad you are happy. If mama’s happy, everyone else is, (usually) too.
Can totally relate to the feeling-like-a-cow thing. As much as I loved nursing, I bow to any woman who can pump. AmAzIng StUfF!
Maybe do a Christmas pic of all of you holding hands, with baby’s in the middle/center? Or just your heads, bowed around her like petals of a flower?
I think in my other life I’d be a photographer…
PS: Toss your scale away. Or hide it in the attic. JUst a thought. :)
In the Christmas photos I’ve done, I haven’t included pictures of us parents. I think this is totally legit and is totally my vote.
I remember the first weeks postpartum feeling like a truck hit me. Every day the pain was slightly new but just as intense. C-section scar. Boobs. Whole body. Etc. Makes me wonder why I sign up to do it over and over again … I guess it’s because it doesn’t last forever (thank goodness) and it’s worth it! I hope you start feeling better soon!
P.S. This whole post was funny. No “humour?” category with a question mark. It’s “humour.” Definitely. (Or “humor.” But only ’cause I’m American.) :-D
It is totally NOT cheating to count those 11 pounds.
Also I say just send a picture of the hamster for Christmas (was that too morbid?)
That dang family photo… elusive slippery little sucker. Did I ever tell you that Weston killed a frog? At the time I was sure it meant he was going to be a psychopath.
Oh and the spy thing is cool! I hope it does mean something… let me know when you find out!
Hang in there…. things will get better, and the cable withdrawl will subside :)
I’m so glad you’re happy! Its so much easier dealing with all of the inevitable postpartum stuff when your happy!! and by the way…want to pass some of that ample bosom on to me?? with all this illness my breasts have all but disappeared :(
I’m so, so glad that there are people around who can help!! I wish I could…although in this state I’m more on the receiving end then the giving end ((sigh)) it is a good lesson for us to be accepting and admitting of our need for help and our struggles.
I love you!! hairy legs and all!
xo
jenn
(I like Terresa’s suggestion about tossing the scale!!)
Dude. The whole reason I get pregnant is for the boobs, baby.
I am just amazed that you can get anything done after having your third child by C-section. I pull the disability card for everything, and I had a “normal” birth!
Pumping is difficult. You already know about my breastfeeding woes : ).
Huge boobs = wardrobe change. I haven’t been able to wear any of my shirts BECAUSE my boobs. Irritating.
Once your leg hairs are long enough they are soft and practically unnoticeable. Try to beat a record of not shaving all winter.
I remember the nursing pain/dilemma. Ouch. Good luck to you.
You are SUCH a love.
Confess away! I am just grateful that despite all you have on your plate right now, you are still feeling sweetly content with life. Relish that moment! And make sure to give yourself time to adjust to having another wee one. I am still adjusting and it has been almost 17 months now :) !!
At the very beginning of this post I started to laugh because I’ve been out of razors for a very long time. I forget over and over to pick them up at the store.
Then I went to my parent’s house (where there are razors) and took a shower. I actually startled when I lifted my arm to shave! GROSS. But true.
I’m so glad you’re feeling happy, lady.
That hamster comment is something my second child would say. Maybe hatred of hamster is a second child thing…
Okay, Becca’s comment about being glad Ellie died? Made me laugh out loud just now. I guess I’m wicked too.
If it makes you feel any better, my little nephews fight over who gets to be the Devil for family night!
And really, truly? It makes me so happy to hear you say you’re happy!
xo
I’m sorry you’re getting ouchies from nerve regrowth. I can’t imagine how much that must hurt. =[
I’m glad that you’re happy though. That makes me quite happy.
Well, just braid the little hairs on your leg and put bows in them. There, that takes care of that.
I’m glad Neil squealed on you. Does that make me like Becca?
sit the fam down and have someone standing slightly above you photograph down…nary a double chin in sight!
ps your leg hairs and my arm hairs could hang out. give each other perms and whatnot. i like to think of it as extra winter warmth.