So I decide to go through my clothes as I am so freaking cold I need to find long trousers and I seem to have lost the will to tidy and find most of my clothes draped over the drawers or on the breastfeeding chair I don't use. What do I find? I own two pairs of long trousers, one are cargo pants which while comfy, well, look like I don't give a shit about my appearance and the other is an old paid of pregnancy trousers which have the elastic going in between the legs, you know, it looks like blond public hair is sprouting out of the fabric. So I gots to thinking. My wardrobe is terrible. If I had even a semblance of decency I would not leave the house but alas I do but thank-fully Laura Ashley has a sale and I buy some fat pants for the post preggers body.
Really! I should do something about it but to be honest I can't be bothered. I enjoy the chocolate too much and let's be honest I don't think the battle site has recovered yet. Which reminds me, my IT department call the other day to take over my computer to fix something for me, and you can imagine my horror as I realise as soon as the IT man takes control that I have a few web pages up that should not be seen ranging from "Sex after vaginal birth" and "Nipples, why do they look so purple!" I excuse myself off the phone to prevent any embarrassment for the poor man. Oh I don't care personally. I tell you after childbirth and breastfeeding, there isn't much that can a) put me off my dinner or b) makes me socially uncomfortable.
Mind you I still can't bring myself to breastfeed in public. It's not that I disagree with it, in fact quite the opposite, I am all up for feeding in public. The problem is I still look like a deranged mad woman when I feed Harry, in fact it's quite hilarious!
Now, I'm off to finish putting my clothes away except for the Laura Ashley trousers which need taking up as I am so short but let's be honest they'll still be there in 4 weeks waiting for me to take them to the tailors!
Friday, July 23, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
No no, ignore that!
So not only ignore the first blog, but also the second which I published in error highlighting my inability to follow the simplest blogging rules!
So I thought about something to blog about but a funny thing happened on the way to the blog. I got distracted which seems to be my "thang" right now! It's the funny thing about being a new mum, you seem able to keep a little human being alive with A grade King Island Cream but on the other hand seem unable to fulfill even the simplest of tasks such as managing to put on an outfit suitable for the outside world or to actually leave the house with mascara on both eyes, (true story) and never been so glad to carry my mascara in my baby change bag) As a wise woman once said to me "motherhood highlighted my serious anger issue" and I have to agree!
Back in the days of Yor/Yesteryear/Days gone by (AKA BB, as in Before Baby) I used to refer to those days when nothing was going right and everything is an emotional roller coaster as "Cup of Tea Days" given that even spilling a cup of tea could bring me to tears. However these CoTD's has actually become a normal day in the life of me!!! Please don't take me the wrong way I am completely fine and not on the verge of a mental breakdown but for some reason I can cry at the drop of a hat. This would have been a useful tool when I was training to be an actor and could not cry on cue, now however it's an Oscar worthy performance when I do, and I do so often. It must be something to do with the hormonal imbalance when you give birth to new life, perhaps your body and mind get re-wired. I used to think I had tremendous empathy for my fellow human being but now it's just an annoyance.
Well it is to me anyway. I was watching Extreme Makeover the other day, you know the program where they take rather unfortunate looking people and give them all the plastic surgery known to man and turn them into someone they wouldn't recognize in the mirror. Anyways, I digress, again. So I'm watching this show and the victim, um I mean, person chosen, is yapping on about not seeing their mum for over two weeks and I think to myself, what a tool, but my eyes however have another idea. No sooner had that thought crossed my mind that my eyes, in complete contradiction to my mind, fill up. And I don't mean in a "oh that's so nice" kinda way, uh uh, I bawled like a new born baby. It was pathetic! Thankfully I tend not to wear make-up these days unless I go out somewhere where there's people as I would have permanent mascara smudges on my cheeks from the regular bawls!!!
So I thought about something to blog about but a funny thing happened on the way to the blog. I got distracted which seems to be my "thang" right now! It's the funny thing about being a new mum, you seem able to keep a little human being alive with A grade King Island Cream but on the other hand seem unable to fulfill even the simplest of tasks such as managing to put on an outfit suitable for the outside world or to actually leave the house with mascara on both eyes, (true story) and never been so glad to carry my mascara in my baby change bag) As a wise woman once said to me "motherhood highlighted my serious anger issue" and I have to agree!
Back in the days of Yor/Yesteryear/Days gone by (AKA BB, as in Before Baby) I used to refer to those days when nothing was going right and everything is an emotional roller coaster as "Cup of Tea Days" given that even spilling a cup of tea could bring me to tears. However these CoTD's has actually become a normal day in the life of me!!! Please don't take me the wrong way I am completely fine and not on the verge of a mental breakdown but for some reason I can cry at the drop of a hat. This would have been a useful tool when I was training to be an actor and could not cry on cue, now however it's an Oscar worthy performance when I do, and I do so often. It must be something to do with the hormonal imbalance when you give birth to new life, perhaps your body and mind get re-wired. I used to think I had tremendous empathy for my fellow human being but now it's just an annoyance.
Well it is to me anyway. I was watching Extreme Makeover the other day, you know the program where they take rather unfortunate looking people and give them all the plastic surgery known to man and turn them into someone they wouldn't recognize in the mirror. Anyways, I digress, again. So I'm watching this show and the victim, um I mean, person chosen, is yapping on about not seeing their mum for over two weeks and I think to myself, what a tool, but my eyes however have another idea. No sooner had that thought crossed my mind that my eyes, in complete contradiction to my mind, fill up. And I don't mean in a "oh that's so nice" kinda way, uh uh, I bawled like a new born baby. It was pathetic! Thankfully I tend not to wear make-up these days unless I go out somewhere where there's people as I would have permanent mascara smudges on my cheeks from the regular bawls!!!
First blog!
I suppose I should think if something witty to start my blogging life but I am afraid that nothing comes to mind. I am especially uninspired given that my Foxtel has well and truly died a horrible death leaving me to contemplate actual human interaction. I mean, how dare the universe, not only did I have a total crap nights sleep. I was awoken at 3am, not by baby Harry, oh no, but by some dog wanting to go for a pee. Upon opening the bedroom door I was greeted with the smell of "new poo" which had been deposited next to Welly's bed (bro's dog) so had to take all the pups out for a pee, get back into the bed and the cooker decides to have a spak attack and start emitting a high pitched noise that I couldn't turn off. Now safely ensconced in bed my shitty alarm went off at 5am to pump (yes as the baby sleeps my boobs won't). I couldn't bear to get up and so re-set it for 6am. All down and dusted as I decided to pump on the toilet, well I wasn't ON the loo but just sat on it. I got back into bed only be awoken by Harry needing an actual feed. So I get up, find there is no Foxtel, feed Harry while staring at a wall and then realise that Leroy (bro's other dog) has pee'd on his bed and is now sleeping on the sofa. I mean wouldn't you if you'd pee'd in your bed. So the 3am toilet visit was completely pointless and I have completely lost the point of my post. I suppose I should separate this into readable paragraphs but who on earth is going to have the patience to read this crap!
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