I haven’t blogged for 10 days? That’s crazy.
The first big development is that I am suddenly and inexplicably OVER pumping. Oh. Ver. I want to throw the thing out the window. Hate. Hate hate hate it. I was appreciating the zen and the connection to my baby yadda yadda. Suddenly it feels more hard than calm. More ouch than ahhh. But. I will push through this. It must be hormonal or something. I’m finding it especially difficult to sit through the last five minutes. Does anyone know anything about this? I pump for 15 minutes each time. The theory being that my brea$ts will empty, thus stimulating more milk production. But the most milk comes out in the first 8 minutes. The rest of the time I’m crawling out of my skin. If I pump for a shorter time, will my milkies go away? Please say no.
The second thing is the BEST. Date night. My honey and I have a good friend who lives across the street. But we never saw much of her because she is highly allergic to my big fat cat, Domingo Perezoso. (Perhaps I’ll post a picture.) So our friend, blog name Titi Lisa, got herself some allergy drugs that actually work. And for two Fridays IN A ROW, she has babysat for us. I went out with my honey. On a date. Two weeks in a row. Sounds like not such a big deal, but we have gone as long as nine months without a single childless dinner out when Cakie was little. We just suck at getting sitters and sticking to our promise of one date night a month. So here’s my unsolicited mommy a$$vice du jour: date night. Do it. Do it often. Do it for each other. It is worth every penny. If you can get someone to do it for free, so much the better.
I’m actually working on getting a sitter again this Friday. Since it is restaurant week here in Brooklyn and we haven’t actually seen a movie in those two previous Fridays. I’ll give more details on the actual dates soon. They were actually kind of funny in an embarrassing lame-a$$ way.
On that note, I bring you Domingo:
(I don’t know how to turn it right side round, so tilt your head.)