Baby Talk

So let us have a little chat...

In my last post, I said that Paul and I are not ready to have baby number two, and if we were then it would be a difficult task, as for I am breast-feeding. This comment created a bit of a controversy. Some took that as me saying, "Yippee! I am breast-feeding, I can't get knocked up, let's have a free for all!"

And then all the comments came in that I can still have myself a little bambino, that breast-feeding is not a way to prevent babies. So in short thank you to everyone that is making me spell this out...

Paul and I, when we make love, (Dad please don't read this), practice safe love making. Our method is 99.9% effective, then when you factor in breast-feeding, and our lack of time to be intimate, because we have an infant, I would say the only way a baby is coming in the near future, is if Jesus put it there himself. 

I appreciate the concerns, and if I miss led anyone, I apologize.

Baby Number Two

I'm having another baby! Just Kidding.

It has come to my recent attention that about 70% of the Moms I hang out with are NOT preventing baby number two. Most of the babies in the Mom's group are anywhere from five months to about a year old. So having your kids about a year or two apart, isn't unheard of. 

No one as of now is pregnant with their second baby. But in my mind I can't even fathom the idea of having two tiny tots right now. I feel like having another baby would take away from the baby that I already have. Plus this one keeps me pretty busy. So really I don't think I have the time for the 24 hour constant neediness, that Paul requires, plus two babies that need attention. :)

I will say that I did like being pregnant, and once these girls start getting pregnant I think I will be a little jealous. I don't know if it will be enough peer pressure to get on the second baby train, but it will start to put the idea in my head. 

The plan for Paul and I was to start trying to have baby number two when Xander was about two. Then the kids would be about three years apart. But now with all this baby talk, who knows how long it will be? Maybe next week? Maybe next month? Maybe next year? 

The only certainty is that as long as I'm breast-feeding, even if we were ready (which we are not), it would be pretty hard to have a baby. (Breast-feeding = No ovulation, in case you were confused) 

So for now, we will enjoy baby number one for a while, as least until he gets boring. 

Baby Fat

It's finally time to shed some pounds.

With beach and pool season right around the corner, I don't want Xander to be self-conscious. I keep telling him baby fat is cute. These kids nowadays, too worried about their self image. 

For the next two months, Xander and I are dedicated to eating only baby food and drinking breast milk. I'm not really going to eat baby food. Although I would probably be as thin as a rail if I did. *Note-to-self: Re-evaluate not eating baby food*

The goal: Ten pounds by my birthday. For me not Xander, he just wants to gain muscle mass. So from now until May 23rd we will be watching what we eat, going for walks, maybe a run (let's not push it), and watching aerobics videos, maybe working out with them (we'll see). 

I still have about five pesky pre-prego pounds hanging around. So I would like to finally shed them. And I figured I would go for gold and lose five more. I currently weigh... Wait for it... I'm going to reveal my weight... This is something no women should do... Let alone in a blog... I feel like I need a drum roll... Ok... Enough with the ... ... I currently weight 17 pounds. Oh wait that is the baby's weight; I get them mixed up sometimes. Currently, I weigh 135 pounds.  

I have to admit I've done pretty good considering. I don't work out. I don't watch what I eat. And I have a sweet tooth like it's no ones business. So now I am on a mission and will keep my readers up-to-date with my weight lose success or epic failure. 

Where's March?

How heck did a month already pass by? 

I have been out of work for month now, and it seems like time goes by too fast when you aren't in the chambers of hell. I still haven't unpacked my car with the items brought home from my desk at work.

It seems I need to figure out a way to stop having fun. Why you ask? Well simple, time flies by when you are having fun. That is the only explanation for why a month has passed at the blink of the eye. 

Other than the time issue, I feel like maybe this was my calling in life, being a homemaker, housewife, mother. Staying home all day and taking care of the house, the baby, the husband, and not have to go to grueling job everyday. You know, being unemployed. My calling. 

Here's a little secret hopefully Paul doesn't find out about... Somedays we don't do much of anything. The baby and I watch TV and stay in our PJ's until about two-ish. Then when time gets close to Paul coming home, we run to the grocery store, having dinner ready by 5:30pm. Paul comes home to a nice happy family and dinner, but we know, the baby and I, what really went on all day.

Most days we aren't so lazy, and those days chores get done, super saving grocery shopping gets done, and the baby and I bathe. We have a nice daily routine we sort of follow. Try not to sleep passed 8:00am, make mommy's coffee, eat breakfast, nap (the baby, I'm not that lazy), I usually get house chores done while the baby is napping (or blog), then run our errands for the day, come home and make dinner. 

Most days the time goes by too fast, again still working on this time issue. 

Blogger's Block

It seems I may have a case of Blogger's Block. While blogging in an outlet for me, a way to put myself out there, for the world to see. It is stress reducer, a stress reliever of sorts. So now that my life is dull and boring, I feel there is nothing to blog about.

I would be lying if I said I have no stress, but the magnitude of my stress isn't even on the same Richter scale. Well there was one day that I put Xander in a bad spot and sat him up, only for him to fall over like a Weeble Wobble (but not bounce back up) and bump his head. But I can't blog about my bad mommy moment, because the Florida DCFS might come after me.

My days now are spent watching over the baby, cleaning, cooking, working in the "homemade" sweatshop, or walking the aisles of the grocery store, searching out the best deals.

The sweatshop deserves it's own blog, so we'll leave that for another day.

I think when you become a stay-at-home-mom, you also wear the badge of the money saver. I feel when you work and have to keep up with the household, you run short on time. But as a stay-at-home-mom you gain a little of that time back. Not much, because babies are a full time job.

So with this additional time I have started to really use coupons, really look at store ads. Almost come up with a game plan for grocery shopping. While sometimes I just peruse the aisles for the best deals, as if I'm in a real world scavenger hunt, most of the time I have a plan.

I like to compare prices between stores. As an avid milk drinking family and with the raising price of necessary commodities, I can tell you the exact milk prices within a five mile radius of my house. I know what your thinking, but no it's not a super power.

So as you can see I simply lack exciting topics to really talk about. The most exciting thing to happen to us in recent time was my mother invited the whole family (8 adults, 1 toddler, and 2 infants) to her rented 400 square foot "cottage" at an RV resort. This overnight stay literally brought us all closer together, which wasn't necessarily a good thing. But that's about it. Like I said dull and boring. 

My First Week...

My first week as a Stay-At-Home-Slave, uhm, I mean, Mom, has been a great success!

My house is "spotless" clean for the first time in a few months. The dishes are always done. The laundry is almost done (hey I need a goal for week two). And my wonderful husband has come home to a nice dinner, four out of the five days I have been home.

Now, I say a "nice dinner" as a loose term...

Tuesday: Mac and Cheese.

Wednesday: I am pretty useless after spending my Wednesday's with my Moms group, so Paul starved Wednesday. 

Thursday: Hamburger Helper.

Friday: Grilled Chicken Caesar Salad. Sounds fancy right? Well it was leftover from my lunch play date earlier that day, so Paul got sloppy seconds. 

Monday: Ziti and homemade meatballs. Getting a little better, I even called reinforcements to learn how to make meatballs. Thanks Dad!

I figured this way there is only one direction dinner can go. I didn't want to start too big, then Paul would expect too much. Just a little taste of "home-cooked", enough so he still thinks this whole me being unemployed is a good idea. 

In between being the perfect wife and mother, I actually made some moola! I sold some of my nursing covers and toy leashes I have been making and banked over a hundred bucks this past week. And since I had time to work on the business and family taxes, I got our family refund on it's way. Look at me still contributing to the family finances. How cute.

This past week our family had another huge milestone. The past three nights our son has slept on his own, in his crib. (Don't judge.) He is no longer in our bed sandwiched between me, Paul and Pogo, our 11 lb. Jack Russell. He still doesn't sleep through the night, and since our house is a split floor plan, it makes 2:00 am feedings interesting. Not going to say I haven't kicked a few things and had a few slips of the tongue. But we are going in the right direction, to sleeping through the night.

I would definitely chalk my first week up to being good one. Lets hope life continues to be this good!

Goodbye Dignity

So today I am officially unemployed, the feeling of Oh-Shit-I-no-longer-have-a-job is starting to sink in. I think I'll really feel it when the first Friday rolls around that Lockheed doesn't put money into my account. 

But enough about the stress that is eating away at my stomach, more about how my very last hours went at work...

I went into working yesterday thinking it was going to be a quick in and out, two hours max, enough time to turn in my badge and say all my goodbyes. Little did I know I was going to be off on a wild goose chase to get signed off on quitting. 

Now hour number four rolls around, I started to write my "Goodbye, I love you all" email. Just as I hit send, I stretch back in my chair and realize my breast are EXTREMELY full. Lets go back a little, because I was unaware of the time it takes to walk out on your last day, I did not pump before work or bring my pump to "empty" out the milk mills. Ok now back to stretching. I lean back in my chair notice my breasts are EXTREMELY full, so I grab them (that's right, grab them) to fell their firmness. Thinking holy crap they might just explode. While groping myself my old boss, a white-haired older man, walks in to say goodbye. That's right, WHILE I'M GRABBING MY BOOBS! And this wasn't a I-can-make-this-look-like-I-am-stretching move, this was a call-HR-we-have-a-situation move. We both look at each other in an awkward horror, so to break the ice, I say "I didn't plan accordingly today, so these things are very full", while grabbing them AGAIN. An even more awkward horror look comes across his face, and all that I can think is, What a way to go.

Once he leaves my cubicle I look at my inbox, which is flooded with Goodbyes. I also included my personal email in my Goodbye letter, incase anyone wanted to keep in touch. A few people asked if I meant to type @gmail.com instead of @gamil.com. Damn it, a typo. So I decided to let the "non-tech savvy" people know what I was talking about. So I resent my email address to the 50 or so recipients, including company directors. Then I get an email telling me I forgot the numbers in my email address. You have got to be kidding, another typo! So instead of letting another Olivia Chapman receive all of my emails, I decide to yet again spam everyone's inbox with the correct email address. I guess third time was a charm, because I finally got it. 

By this time, I wrap everything up and head out of the building, somewhere between breakfast and lunch my dignity went right out the window. Guess I just didn't want anyone to forget me. :)