1. I don't recall the last time I showered (though I change my undies daily)!!! I realized this horrid state of affairs when, lying in bed last night with Lucas, he proclaimed, "Ew! Mommy, you're icky." You might think that I showered bright and early this morning, but you would be wrong. Sleep prevailed.
2. This one is a sorta two-for: I don't mind changing diapers. I dread toilet training. No child has ever gone off to college in diapers, so I figure it will happen. Eventually. Until then, I'll continue to admire Lucas' tushy with Elmo peeking out over the top of his pants!
3. When the baby hasn't napped in a while and he really, really needs to sleep, I put him down on his tummy. I never do it when I'm not in the same room with him, but I know it's still a no-no. Of course, now that Justin can roll over three-fourths of the way by himself, it's just a matter of time before he spends his nights snoozing on his tummy, too.
4. Despite the fact I loathe kids watching TV and didn't let Lucas watch anything until he was 18 months old, I have been known to use the electronic babysitter when I'm desperate. Like to sleep in. Pee. Poop. Clean. Read the mail. Return some calls. Whatever. This is our babysitter of choice.
5. I love being a mother. I relish every minute of it. And because one of my best friends has been trying unsuccessfully for two years to become a mother, I am also thankful every day for my boys. I even love being pregnant. And I can say that labor and delivery aren't all that bad either. What I don't like are baby months 0 to 6ish. If I could have babies and then pick them up around month 7, I'd probably have a couple more. Don't get me wrong, I'd visit every day and still breastfeed, and I love, love my Justin, but those first few months are just so hard. I guess that's why I've been known to blog that parenting is the hardest job I've ever loved.
The Mommy Weight Trap update: For my 30-something birthday, hubby surprised me with two brand-spanking new bikes, and a car hitch to boot. And attached to the back of each bike is a kiddie seat so we can train, at least initially, with the kids. Of course, just two weeks after my birthday I had to have surgery, and vaginal at that, so there's no riding in my future for the next six weeks. In fact, there's no brisk walking, pushing, running, swimming, or anything requiring pelvic exertion for six weeks.
Until I have the green light to resume anything physically more demanding than breathing, I'm trying desperately to watch my food intake. And I'm debating between Weight Watchers and LA Weight Loss — whichever is more breastfeeding-friendly will most likely win out. The good news is that in the past couple of weeks I've lost 5 pounds, but that is mostly due to my surgery. Too bad I can't have surgery eight more times!!!