my computer has been slow lately. maybe it’s sick.
zoë woke up at 6:30 this morning with a leaky diaper and in a pile of shit. that was not usual. and she needed a nap by 8:30, which is severely fucking up the routine of get up, boobs, playtime, bottle then nap. so what? get up, boobs, nap, bottle, playtime?
i think that my underarm hair is growing faster. is that a sign that i’m getting older?
one day, i’ll be guaranteed showers more often than every 3-5 days. like, when she’s a teenager.
even though i’ve added 2 protein bars into my normal diet and been eating as much as i can, as high calorie as possible, i have only gained a pound in the last 16 days. poor me.
i am still weepy from that l word episode.
i want to go shopping. i want some new clothes. i want clothes that fit me the way i want them to, that don’t make me look like i’m just wearing whatever will fit, sort of.
i may be in need of a new bra, too, since my regular one, the last trimester of pregnancy one, has been stretched a bit and so seems to be too big. maybe my boobs are shrinking back to prenursing size?
i still have not been called for a second interview. huh. i wonder what that’s all about?
i am quickly growing addicted to craigslist. at least for all of the baby stuff that i am coveting and for part-time bookkeeping gigs – of which i have applied for several and gotten no responses. i also posted an ad saying i was taking on new clients, to which i got several responses, but when i replied, i got nothing back.
this haircut is cool cuz when it gets greasy and in need of a wash, i can just put it in pigtails and it looks like i mean to look like a slob.
i am envious of everyone who is going to school right now. of every mom who took a shower this morning and put on makeup. of every family that lives on their own in a space larger than 600 s/f and is not planning on moving in with their in-laws, to save money. of everyone who seems to know what they’re doing and what their day holds.
for dr. daddy’s incoming inheritance, he has to open a new bank account so that it can be electronically deposited. he lost his ID a few weeks ago, so not only does he have to go apply for new ID, but we will likely have to open an account in my name, with him as a co-account holder cos his new ID will not come in time to open an account and though mine is expired, at least i have some.
our neighbours cook with a lot of onions, so our apartment often reeks of more than baby poop , lavender and litterbox.
my biceps continue to develop nicely.
i wonder when i’ll get my period back? i managed to have one siting of it, 6 weeks after zoë was born, but nothing, since. and since she’s breastfeeding about 4 times a day now, i’m expecting it. dr. daddy and i have been practicing (when the occasion calls for it, which is to say, not often) safe sex, just in case, since that 6-week postpartum siting.
we actually have money in both of our savings accounts and last month i put money into RRSPs for us. that’s a first.
zoë now has a RESP open, with a balance of $nil. who says you need to put money in an account, once you’ve opened it?
i wore makeup 3 days in a row. the third day was because i didn’t wash off the second day’s. i’m still wearing the second day’s. maybe i’ll wash it off tonight, but it’s easier to just leave it on.
yes, i am lazy. tired and lazy.
