i don’t know how many times i’ve said that ever since i became a mom. watching my baby grow every day and achieving her milestones is always a bittersweet event. i get so fucking emotional. and yes, when she graduated from newborn nappies to infant ones, deep inside i was crying shitloads over that too.
motherhood is weird.
yesterday we took her for her 8-week checkup with the midwife. walked it ‘coz it was just around the block. that, and it was a nice sunny morning too. the freezing wind was a bitch but the sun was definitely a welcome relief from the cold rainy days we’ve been having lately.
i don’t like winter. never have. so even when it’s summer and it’s 34 degrees out, you might hear me complain but that’s just my half-hearted attempt at small talk. i’d take the heat anytime.
okay, maybe around 35 degrees max. i said heat, not hell.
anyway, everything went well with raven’s checkup. the midwife was just as happy with my breastmilk as i am because raven’s hitting the growth chart target.
speaking of breastmilk, i’m getting the hang of it now, breastfeeding. in a sense that i have already developed the uncanny ability to nurse her with one hand while reading a book on the other. (omg, may i recommend markus zusak’s the book thief? it’s awesome! like, 5 stars awesome. if i have to describe it in one word, i’d probably go for “delicious.” seriously, every page is fucking wordporn.)
as for breastfeeding shedding off those pregnancy pounds? i don’t know about that. i’m still a couple of kilos away from my home base. but then again, i may have been eating too many chocolate chip cookies. okay, fine, and ice cream as well but for what it’s worth, i was happy eating them.
now showing: revenge of the fats.
also, took the little bubba to the op shop yesterday to baptize her into the wonderful world of thrifting. barely 5 minutes in there and she was already crying. i called jeff and told him his daughter might not be into thrifting. that perhaps she’s more of a chanel and chadstone kind of girl.
almost gave her dad a heart attack.
on the bright side, i started her book collection already. bought secondhand, of course. (because i can’t ever justify buying books brand new. and also, because i’m a fucking cheapskate.) i started reading to her already even though she might not be able to focus quite yet. i don’t know if it’s doing her any good but i sure as hell am enjoying it!