Hello, darlings. Part Five is coming along. This week, I hope.
I am thinking of you, all the same. In the interests of keeping you from thinking your RSS feeds have just up and died, here are two quick things for you:
1. Turns out that “exclusive breast-feeding keeps your period away” stuff is just one more thing on the list of things that aren’t really true, at least not for me. Four months, almost to the day: that’s what I got for sticking with it through the early crap and the later horrors. And lochia for six of those weeks, if we’re counting. (Yes, of course there are other benefits to breastfeeding, but frankly, that one was high on the list for me.) Sigh. It’s light, but I seem to have new ways to have cramps. Neat.
1a. This explains the lying-on-the-floor-weeping-about-being-fat that dominated last week.
1b. This also explains The Bean’s adding feedings for the last week. At this point, it seems like I scarcely have any milk at all. He nurses all the time, but doesn’t get anything after the first couple of minutes. Weeping ensues, and he’s not too happy, either. Add “unhappy baby + hormonal disaster mother” to “human female pelvis vs. human newborn skull circumference” in your dossier of anti-Intelligent Design arguments.
2. Happy talk! A friend pointed me in the direction of the consummately cute butches + babies. You should check it out and submit your pictures. I sent in this one of the 6-day-old Bean with BFF’s partner. It’s already hard to believe how little he was.