Finding Time to Blog

Given that I still haven't started christmas shopping or ordered christmas cards I don't feel too guilty that I haven't posted anything new in nine days. I think that's the longest I've gone.

The Minion has stopped sleeping through the night so I'm tired and cranky, plus I've been fighting a cold since before thanksgiving. Fun times in our house, really.

I have two things to brag about today - pants and milk donations.

First the pants - I still had one pair of old jeans that I hadn't fit into since I found out I was pregnant. They didn't have as much "give" as my other pairs, so they were folded up and shoved in the closet as soon as the bloat set in, which was right around week 5. We FINALLY got a new dresser delivered on Saturday (I've only been waiting 3 years to have a dresser) so I did some cleaning out of the closet and decided to try them on again. They fit! I'm now officially back to where I was before. (size-wise. mentally, I don't think there is any going back!)

Of course, I was so excited that my pants fit that I stopped all organization of the closet. 5 days later and the clothes I dragged out are still all over our room, waiting to be filed into their drawers. Maybe I'll get to it this weekend.

Second, the milk donation. What do you do when you have a freezer full of milk at your house, a freezer full of milk at your mom's house, and some borrowed space in a deep freeze at a family friend's house because you have too much milk? You donate it, in my case to the Mother's Milk Bank of Ohio, which is a member of the Human Milk Banking Association of North America. I went through the screening process, did the blood tests, and dropped off a little over 300oz last Tuesday. I'm so excited to be involved with this project - I haven't given blood since I got pregnant, so I'm happy to be doing something that helps someone else. If you're a lactating mother with a freezer full of milk or you know someone who is, you should consider becoming a milk donor.

Vintage Jene

I found this when we were unpacking the ornaments. It's from 1988 - I was in 2nd grade, 7 years old, and that was my catholic school year, hence the plaid :)



We got Nintendo that year and I had chickenpox for christmas.

As if the grays weren't enough

I've begun the postpartum molting phase. I never got the thick, luxurious hair that everyone swore I would while I was pregnant, and now the thin and lifeless stings that I'm lucky enough to have are swirling down the drain at an alarming rate.

One Year Ago Today

We saw those two pink lines. C didn't believe them, so we had to get digital proof. I remember buying the tests at lunch, then having to sit through an afternoon at work and presentation night for the class I was teaching. It was the longest evening ever. I found it very difficult to care about the research reports my students had so carefully prepared. It's amazing how the time went by so slow and so fast at the same time, and we could go from here















to here



in only a year.