||[Nov. 8th, 2007|05:38 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
I just got back from a lovely time at the gym. I did the full 5k. Nowhere NEAR my fastest time, but it was grand. I buggered my intervals since instead of starting off slow and ramping up slow I started up slow and ramped up fast and shot my wad. But I know now and tomorrow should be much much easier. Still, it's nice to know I still have a 5k in me.
My eating has been unfortunate. And there's only so much the breastfeeding thing will make up for. So this weekend it's shopping for side dishes and stuff to make the chicken breasts in the basement into real food. We'll do a mass cooking on Sunday since that worked so well for us before. And that way I'll be prepared from here on out.
In an effort to rebuild the freezer supply (which is already in the plus by about 40oz thanks to the stuff in the upstairs freezer and a couple of good days of pumping) I've been pumping more during the day. In order to facilitate doing both that and working I've rigged up a hands-free two-sided solution. It involved mauling an old sports bra. It's now like the world's most pathetic peekaboo bra. It's lingiere for the very, very sad. To make a complete ensemble I'd have to make a pair of crotchless panties out of some old cutoff sweatpants. It's just sad.
On the plus side, she ate 12oz today and I pumped 19. Go me! The goal is to get enough laid up that she can eat off of that and I can stop pumping and let my supply adjust to the evening and morning nursing sessions I'm doing now. The body is capable of doing that, it's just a matter of getting far enough ahead of the curve. Given the shelf life of frozen breastmilk I'll be at this for another three months at least, but hopefully not too long after I'll have enough to keep her in breastmilk until we introduce dairy but still be able to nurse her.
What I really don't want is to be strapped to that thing four times a day at Pennsic next year.
And then there's the baby.. Who is three months old now. Holy crap. She's giggling and cooing and supporting her own weight and even sitting with a little bit of support. Last night she woke for a 2am feeding in addition to her standard 4am feeding. I'm guessing it's a three month growth spurt and we're ok with it, really. There's no other choice. :) She's sweet and happy and mostly very quiet. Steve would disagree since when I spoke to him just now she was fussing and tired but she's great.
Next comes sitting and rolling and playing with toys. But really? Any day where I get to see her smile in the morning is a great day, even if she doesn't do anything else all day. She loves her sitter, she loves the other baby there with her, and I love knowing that she's in a grandmotherly environment all day. If I can't hold her, at least someone else will. She sticks out her tongue to concentrate and she gets these fierce determined looks and then just kicks her legs around furiously. As though she's like "OK... it's four with the left, three with the right, and then two really quick with both legs. Ok, GO!" Cracks me up.
Last night Steve, The Voice of the Baby, and I had a talk about who among us would be good eating. She's going to be so warped.
Speaking of babies.. an amusing video..
And on that note, I'm outta here. You guys be good.