I’m happy to report that the hectic and stressful Sunday afternoon I wrote about eventually turned into a much nicer Sunday evening. The hot water came back, the washer seems to be fixed, Pep didn’t have any other meltdowns, and I was able to get in bed for a few hours of uninterrupted sleep by 8:30.
More importantly, my parents came to meet the little guy on Saturday and it went so well. I’ll remove that pic eventually, but how cute are they? My heart. My parents were over the moon to finally meet him and they loved spending time with him. He won them over with many snuggles and smiles. They brought along a huge gift bundle of 6-9 month clothes, so I think we’re officially stocked up on baby clothes through the summer/fall.
Spring is finally knocking at our door and some of the flowers out in the yard are sprouting. I say every year that I want to have a garden, and then with work and everything else, I don’t do it. This year should be the year, right? I think so. Now I just have to hold myself to it. I think I’ll start small — a few veggies and maybe some herbs too. If any of you are gardening experts, please bestow your wisdom upon me! I’m one of those people who loves houseplants and yet kills them. All of them. Except one hanging ivy that keeps going despite it all. Hopefully my outdoor plant game will be stronger than my indoor.
Lastly, I haven’t moaned and groaned about my boobs in a while, but I can actually say that pumping seems to be getting better. The new Spectra pump is awesome — soooo much better than the Ameda, holy crap — and my supply seems to be increasing. I’m getting to the point where I’m happy with the amount I’m producing, rather than feeling disappointed and disheartened. The pain has subsided, too. Praise be.
Usually I pump in the living room, which is where I live most of the time, but while my parents were visiting I moved everything up to the nursery. I took the opportunity to start re-reading The Catcher in the Rye to help the pump sessions go by more quickly. Note to self: I need to read more books! I find it so fulfilling and restorative. Why do I not just remember that and crack a book open every so often?














