today was supposed to be the day!

Jake is due to be born today. He was also due to be born on March 18th and March 28th, and those dates didn't work out to well for him either.

It is kind of nice to be on the it's-all-downhill-from-here side of C-section recovery today, and I am back to my pre-pregnancy weight too. However, I have a little bit of work to do to get back into shape. I can get my old pants on, and most of them button, but there is some smooshiness over the waist that will have to go, mostly because unpaid maternity leave does not lend itself to a new wardrobe. And I guess it probably doesn't help that I have been eating the sweets and pizza that made me a little ill during pregnancy. There is just so much goodness out there that I haven't had since last June, and I had some catching up to do. It is all over at midnight tonight. So I say.

And to appease those of you who are asking how I am looking these days, here is the last underwear shot of the pregnancy, taken this morning in the famous black underpants from pictures past. Any more of these photos would be gratuitous, unscientific, and a little creepy. If you want to see more flesh in the future, invite me to a pool party and I promise you a two piece, no matter what it looks like on. Again, the lack of paycheck most likely doesn't allow for swimsuits either.


As of today I have free reign to do light duty exercise and housework, and I am really looking forward to getting out of the house and seeing what spring is doing to the world. I can see from the one live branch on our dead tree that the blossoms are out, so I am going to fortify my sinuses with a little bit of Benedryl and take Jake out in his sensory deprivation uterine-like sling.


It is hard to get much done these past few days, as Jake has begun a feeding frenzy and demands something in his belly every hour or two, instead of every two to four. I know this is temporary, but it is a bit frustrating and uncomfortable because breastmilk is all about supply and demand, and if he doesn't demand for some rare reason like sleep or fussiness, the supply drips out like a weepy and miraculous Venezuelan statue of the Virgin Mary. That makes for a messy and uncomfortable situation for me. But, I guess it isn't about me anymore. (Single tear).