My birthday is this Thursday–the first of September. My gift to myself this month is going to be to blog every day. As inspiration, I have joined NaBloPoMo for September (yes, you can NaBloPoMo any month of the year!). I look forward to the challenge and to finding this personal space. I need this place to reflect right now.
BG had a successful time with his new babysitter today. He had moments of crying separated by periods of enjoying himself. We feel very strongly that he will soon find his groove with this pink-haired, sticker-toting college freshman. Perhaps the most humorous moment today happened at the end of the evening when she was preparing to go. Our boy wanted to give her a hug, so she picked him up. He then moved in for a kiss, so she quickly kissed him on the cheek. But BG was not satisfied. He was determined to have a kiss. He kept attempting to kiss her full on the lips, and she kept dodging him. We finally told her, “He wants to kiss you on the lips!” Her response, poor girl, was “Is that okay?” When we confirmed that it was, she kissed him, and our son stopped trying to make out with his babysitter. This girl is already rather shy and is clearly intimidated by us (I want to tell her that we’re really not that scary), and she really didn’t want to do something inappropriate, especially in front of us. I felt bad for her, but she did recover. I so hope she relaxes around us soon as we all rather like her.
I know, I’m incredibly original, and no one has ever thought to end NaBlopoMo month with such a title, but I couldn’t help myself.
I’m glad I did this this month, even if some of the posts left a lot to be desired. This always helps me recommit to blogging, and while I doubt I’ll write every day in December, I’m certain I will blog with more frequency than I have in recent months. There was a lot I didn’ get to yet–questions from readers such as whether or not we will add another baby genius down the road or where Baby Genius will go to school. I want to write about our favorite street, our plans for December, and our excitement over our son’s first holiday season. And, of course, there will be a three-month letter and countless Baby Genius updates, both photographic and verbal.
But for now, I’m wrapping up my final NaBloPoMo post for 2009 as I type one-handed with my baby boy at my breast and my wife sleeping soundly beside me. I can’t think of a better way to say goodbye to November.
I haven’t taken the opportunity to talk about my body much at all since I gave birth, but circumstances have presented themselves that encourage me to do so.
In short, I’ve got my first postpartum period.
That’s right, readers. I am eight weeks postpartum, and I’ve got my period. For the record, my postpartum bleeding ended completely only two and a half weeks ago. How did I get to be so lucky?
I meant to write about this last week. I had a feeling this was coming. I had EWCM galore and even some ovulation pain. Still, I thought naively, I’m breastfeeding. I won’t have a period for at least a couple of months. Ha. Ha. Ha bloody ha. On Saturday while at my parents’ I had my first hottub since I got pregnant, and on that same day, some spotting, and it was all downhill from there. Amusingly enough, I assumed it might just be a little more postpartum bleeding. Ha.
I guess this means I’m fertile again. My wife jokingly asked today, “Do you want to start TTCing again?” Not today, dear. Not today.
We’re back from our trip, completely exhausted, but we survived. More on all of that later, but here’s a photo of me and our baby polar bear:
I have decided to participate once again in NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month). If you want to participate, you can go here. I’m excited to do this because I have needed motivation to write more often, and I suddenly have lots to write about thanks in part to great reader questions, in part due to crazy life events, and in part due to a slow emerging from the newborn baby bubble I’ve been in. It’s going to be good–some days. Other days, it may be dull, but damnit, I’m going to write.
When I was young and I would get an allowance or make some money babysitting, I would be utterly compelled to buy something. I didn’t have to spend all of the money, but I would have to get something almost immediately. Often this amounted to some sort of small treat at the store down the road, but I had to get something, or I would positively burst.
I find that when I have pregnancy tests in my home, there is a similar effect. I have to use one almost as soon as I get them no matter how ridiculously early it may be. I am now convinced that these are items we should not purchase unless my period is late. I tested this morning: stark white negative. Then I went back to sleep, dreaming that some new and improved test that resembled a humongous iPhone gave me a positive. It was one of those dreams in which I was convinced I was awake. Until I was.
I’m really okay with all of this. I finally got practical and determined that I’m just 11dpo. I don’t expect I will see any red until Tuesday, so it’s still early. Frankly, I’m far more accustomed to negative pregnancy tests than positive ones–much like I’m more accustomed to getting not even one number right on those very rare occasions when J and I play the lottery. It would be nice to get some or even all of the numbers, but that’s not how things typically roll for us, and I’m okay with that.
I’m maintaining the zen space, preparing myself for the worst but knowing that anything can still happen. I’m okay with any outcome because we have a plan, and we’re sticking to it. In fact, this month beause J is going to have such great success on the quitting of smoking, we should have enough of a surplus to purchase a second vial of sperm. That feels pretty good.
Today is the last day of NaBloPoMo. I have enjoyed it, although I am not entirely proud of some of the content I have produced. It does me a lot of good to sit and process for a few moments a day. I doubt I’ll post daily for the coming month, considering the overwhelming grading tasks I have ahead of me as well as the impending holidays. However, I’ll be here updating as much as I can. Thank you all for joining me on this ride.
I’m off to grade!
Today is the beginning of NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month). I participated last year and lapsed, but I have since had a full month of posting (was it July?), so I’m giving this a go again.
I absolutely cannot believe that it is November. It seems it was August moments ago, and I was thinking that the end of September seemed an eternity away. Now, here we are, and it’s November. This month has been escorted in by a really great rainstorm. J and I have enjoyed our fireplace and movies and the cats today. It’s lovely to see some real rain again. Having lived for fifteen years in the temperate rainforest that is the North Coast of California, the rain here has seemed wimpy at best. Today was more like it.
We had an uneventful Halloween with a grand total of just two trick-or-treaters. One was our neighbor’s son, and one was a preteen girl. That was it. Now we have a cauldron full of candy to hand out to our students this week. I miss living in a real neighborhood.
And tonight, we get to set the clocks back. While I’m not a huge fan of time changes in general, I do like this one when I am teaching early morning classes. I am imagining myself on Monday feeling alive and awake and, dare I say, human.
Before I write anything, I need to celebrate. Vee and Jayare pregnant (well, biologically, Vee is), and we here at Reproducing Genius are over the moon for them. Congratulations, ladies!
In other exciting blog news, I’m participating along with this lovely lady in July’s NaBloPoMo Challenge. This means I’m writing every day for the month of July, and the theme is food. With all of the local produce coming in, it’s a great time to write about food. However, with our financial situation (we’re flat broke), our culinary lives are also a little challenging right now. In short, this should make for some interesting topics. Not to worry, though, if you aren’t that interested in food or how we manage to eat when we have thirty dollars to live on for two weeks, you’ll have other topics to read about. I’ll likely just mention food in most posts. It should be fun, right? If nothing else, it will keep me distracted as I make my way through this long-ass break.
Tonight I’m making chocolate chip cookies–nay, chocolate chip cookie bars–and they’re nearly ready. The house smells of vanilla and butter and toasted sugar. I use Ghirardelli chocolate chips. They’re the best. Anyone want some dessert?