Breastfeeding blues / Weirdass shit

Not much time to blog with a newborn in the house. Today one of my breasts hurt a lot and I thought it was just engorged. Then, I read up on blocked milk ducts and mastitis and I think it was just a blocked milk duct. I put hot towels on it and actually felt something pop inside. It felt better afterwards.

I would like to blog about my labor and stuff, but don't know if I'll get to it. Maybe you readers are better off.

Blessed

The past eleven days have been challenging, but I'm so happy to have given birth to an adorable little girl and we are both doing well. The past few days have not been so kind to others I know. I just learned Richard Sandman, a friend of my sister's, passed away. So sad! He was very young.

My luxurious vacation / maternity leave

Gigantic baby is pushing my insides. Help.

The Art of Bret Falk

I get quite a few hits on this blog from people searching for Bret Falk. Bret passed away in 2006, but if you have a yen to revisit his artwork, his brother, Steve, put together a book Bob Hope Is Dead: The Collected Works of Bret Falk. Check it out, yo.

An Easter Wish

I hope this trend of manufacturing stuffed animals dressed up as other stuffed animals never ends.

Mademoiselle, Sing, Sing, Sing!

My good friend, Renee LaMour, has another big production of her musical, "Mademoiselle, Sing, Sing, Sing!" coming up on February 23rd at the Wilshire Ebell Theater. Check it out, man!

God I fuckin love the in'ernet

I had a nice, but loony roommate quite a few years back, who went to live with a relative and left me all her kitchen stuff, including a pretty set of everyday Blue Delft china. TK has been slowly busting all the salad plates. (He doesn't think I notice that they keep disappearing and we're down to two.) I guess that's what happens when you have hardwood floors.

It took me exactly 4 searches in Google and eBay to locate a vendor that sells replacement china in this pattern and I just ordered some. I am so stoked. In the olden days, we would have had to put up with mismatched plates!

[Confidential to TK: I still love you, butterfingers]

General whininess

So, during the first three and a half months of pregnancy, I only had the energy (barely) to go to work, come home, and lie around. Now at 4 and a half months, I have just enough energy to feel frustrated and bored with myself about it.

I guess this complete listlessness and oversleeping has paid off in that I haven't gotten any colds or flus since getting knocked up. Due to gestational diabetes, I don't eat anything sugary anymore. I once read that too much sugar makes one susceptible to infections. So, maybe going off sugar is helping me stay healthy. (Knock wood) If I do get sick, I won't be able to take any OTC medicines for it. So, I'm trying my hardest to avoid getting run down.

I'm on this horribly strict diet for the diabetes. On this diet you get to eat minuscule amounts of fruit. On this diet, it feels like eating fruit is like a treat. But fruit is not a fucking treat. A Starbucks peppermint mocha frappuchino is a fucking treat.

Stigma

A National Institute of Health panel got together to talk about ways to dispel the stigma of urinary and fecal incontinence.

If we can't laugh about pee pee and poo poo anymore, what can we laugh about?

Xmas is around the corner

Wouldn't a lovely item from the MunMunHouse Store make the perfect gift for a loved one?