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Because, Expectant Moms, I Know Stuff

I asked Cian’s doctor this week when he’d give me the okay to start weaning him. “You can wean whenever you want,” he said. Not a help, doc. Not a help. I have about a month a half until Cian turns one (?!?!), which means, in the Leah Land of Breastfeeding and All Things Lactation, I have about two months left of nursing.  I’m ready, as much as I say I’m not ready. I mean, of course I’ll miss the quiet moments, and the mommy-and-me time before bed. But once this baby’s old enough to help himself, I’m outta there. Milk cart, empty. Lactation Station, shut down. No more being hot all the time, and chugging bottles of water (ha, ha! You didn’t think I was going to say “water,” did you? Fooled you!), and the constant hunger (all the time, and everything, just gimme the FOOD). Now it’s straight on through to…menopause. Oh, nevermind. Maybe breastfeeding’s not so bad, after all. I was thinking back, though, on all the stuff related to…

They Forgot to Mention

Just like the sadistic types will tell a woman that she’ll forget the pain of childbirth (they lie, women of the world. THEY LIE. Because even if you can’t remember every single excruciating contraction, or the moment you threw up cherry popsicles all over the nurse holding your leg, or that pesky time your water broke on the triage floor and your husband almost fainted, you don’t forget the experience. Do you hear me?! You will never forget), there are three issues no one, and I mean no one, feels the need to mention to a pregnant woman. Let’s list these three shocking realities in the order they will appear, shall we? (Pregnant women, and one-day-to-be-pregnant women: consider yourself warned.) 1.  The night sweats. I don’t understand how I missed the memo on these. In not one baby-prep book, nor website, nor casual conversation with another women (the cruelty!) did anyone mention how a new mom will dissolve into a disgusting, crumbled-up, wet tissue of sweaty glop every night for weeks after her baby is born. The first time around, I thought I was…

A Week and a Half to Go

Note: It’s been less than a week after the horrible event that has shattered not only Newtown, but all of us. I’m not going to use this space right now to post my own reactions, or tell you how I’m feeling, or put my voice out there to join the millions of other shocked, heartbroken voices, simply because I can’t. It’s not my story to tell. Right now I think my role is to pray, to mourn, to make changes where I can–but most of all, to move quietly out of respect for those who were silenced too soon. The reactions will come. The pleas will be voiced, in one way or another. But not now. Just, not now. Life is starting to get just a little intense around here. Also, I now have cankles. Kindly take a moment to enjoy that visual, why don’t you. David keeps telling me that I look like I normally do non-pregnant, just that I swallowed a 40-pound torpedo. He’s kind. He may also be delusional. I started this post about two weeks ago, and just…