Queen of Rambles

Even though I was thrilled to have my mom here and know I am going to miss her, today has been really nice. No Jerry Springer. No Maury. No yelling litigants on her various court shows. She sees these shows as comedy. I see them as headache inducing drama. I am not even complaining about Mike’s poker addiction today.

We won’t be lonely for too long. Mike got an e-mail from his dad today and he’s coming for 8 days in November. I guess he was more interested in his new grandson than it appeared on the surface. I’m already stressing big time. I hope Mike has plenty of vacation time because I can’t be alone here all day with his dad. He’s a very nice man, but we don’t speak the same language. Literally. He speaks very, very little English (he’s in his 70s, so didn’t learn it in school). My Swedish is very rusty. I learned Swedish with a northern accent. He speaks it with a very thick southern accent that is almost incomprehensible to me. I told Mike we are going to have to institute a Swedish only rule in the house so I can get some of my skills back.

At least he won’t be watching Jerry Springer! But he probably won’t be making our bed every day, doing all the dishes, running the laundry and just generally being our maid. I didn’t ask my mom to make the bed, but she couldn’t stand being in a house with an un-made bed. Maybe I’m a lazy wench, but it didn’t bother me in the least to have her puttering about the house doing all our chores.

So what am I going to cook for my father-in-law? I have no moose patties to serve him. My mom was easy to feed. I made a huge batch of Mexican Shredded Beef, stocked up on beans and tortillas and let her grate acres of cheese. It was all good. Really good. I do believe I finally have my appetite back. Damnit. I was counting on detesting food for the rest of my life. I might have had a chance to get skinny* if that was the case.

The other, more useful benefit of pregnancy also seems to be fading away. I think I’ve had a total of three zits in the past five months. I thought I was cured. Seems I wasn’t. They are coming back and I need to zap them. The bastards.

The symptom of pregnancy that I was relieved to avoid has struck with a vengeance. You should see my poor feet. They are swollen to capacity and I think they would burst if I stabbed them with the tip of of a knife. I didn’t know you could get all swollen up after the pregnancy was over. Bah humbug, I say!

At least the breast feeding is going well. Erik latched on correctly on the second try! I’ve not had any of the problems I anticipated, though I do take care of my parts. I started using lanolin before the baby was even born, just to keep them nice and supple. I religiously apply it after every feeding. I hope I’m not speaking too soon, but the breast feeding bit is working out really well. In fact, everything is working out really well. Thus far Erik is a really easy baby. He rarely cries unless he’s hungry (though we usually head that off before it hits crying levels), needs to be changed, or wants to be cuddled. The only problem is that he wants to be cuddled all the time. I am enjoying it, even if it is hard to manage sometimes. He is only going to be little once and I can’t believe how much I love him and want to cuddle him. I knew logically that I would love him, but I had no idea how he would be able to completely take over my heart. I don’t even like to go anywhere for fear something is going to happen. And I am sort of freaked out about making a will. I have no idea who to name as a guardian. We sort of had an idea, but I am just not comfortable with it really. We have to do something, though, and soon. We need to secure this little guy’s future. He can’t be raised the way I was, even though it would utterly devastate my mom if we didn’t name her as guardian. It stresses me out big time.

Ok, let’s do something happier! Pictures!

Daddy loves his little guy

What a freaky picture! The flash went off and we thought it was done, then it went off again when we weren’t expecting it. I was all dressed up for photos since we went to the DMV to get our new licences.

Our very first complete family photo.

I love my little baby! He is just so beautiful and full of curiosity.

Someone’s grouchy

Isn’t he cute?

He has a strange lock of black hair growing out of a scab on the back of his head. It is just rather odd. My mom says it’s where his head was laying on my nerve and that my pain was running through it or something.

*Skinny=being able to buy clothes in a regular store and not the plus size section.

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