Oh my gawd it’s over. After pumping for 367 days straight I finally turned in my hospital-grade pump back to Hawaii Mother’s Milk this afternoon. End of an era. And era I was waiting to end forever but I was surprisingly sad to hand over the pump today…. I’m sure I’ll be less sad once I pump again on my transportable pump I use at work (since I’m not totally weaned yet).
I never thought I’d say this but I’m also super excited to get my old boob size back. I tried on 10 dresses for my daughter’s baptism and every single one of them couldn’t zip up past my chest. I mean, okay… Some of them showed too much belly bulge for me to wear anyway but I am so tired of my chest making 95% of my clothes unusable!
So here’s to more clothes and less boob talk! Wahooooo!
Pinterest fail. Emma was way more excited in trying to eat the cupcake wrapper than smashing the cake…. Errr cupcake.
Friday was Emma’s first birthday. A day that was so special but a day that I know she will never remember. Which I love, because it means I will not have any children that remember a world where you couldn’t love and marry whomever you damn well wanted to.
Love is love is love.
Exactly 1 year ago they started providing me the medicine to start inducing labor.
What a crazy wonderful year it’s been.
Happy First Father’s Day to my rock. We love you! (at Sherwood Island State Park)
A year ago today during my weekly prenatal appointment I was sent to the hospital after showing signs of preeclampsia. The hospital told me to pee into this orange bin for 24 hours to see how bad I was (something about measuring the proteins in the urine). Seems so funny now that this time a year ago I was taking this bin in and out of the fridge next to all my food to add more urine to it but at the time I was so shocked and nervous about what was happening.
Let the countdown to Emma’s first birthday begin!
A month ago Emma started saying the word cat (well… Gaaaa).
2 weeks ago she started saying kitty cat (okay Iddy Gaaaa).
And this past week it’s mom (meme, muhmuh, mommy). Great, right? Except it is very clear that she thinks mom means “give me more food” and nothing to do with calling my name.