My boobs were my tools of the trade for almost 20 months.

Once my youngest daughter weaned herself from the Magical Boob Juice, the fun really began!

(And by fun we all know I mean chaos!)

Pull up a chair, sit a while, read a few pages.

Keep and open mind and a joyful heart and you too can get pumped into the world of The Milk Maid.


Bigger & Better

Thanks for all the kind words and well wishing from all of you this past week. Sometimes it just seems that the darkness engulfs you and there is no way back into the light. I always have to remember that I'm only as far in as I'll ever be out. It's that simple. Now as long as I don't have another period that lasts 10 days, perhaps I wont be visiting crap-land again. But that's a whole other story to be blogged on some other day.

If you haven't heard, Ava is up to 17lbs 14 oz (By my scale she was closer to 19... but that makes ME feel lighter too!) and is 28 1/4" tall. She's the average height of a 10 month old (if I understood the doctor correctly). Any way you cut it, the doctor recommended a new car seat for her. She's way too long for the "bucket", so I'm shopping for a new rear facing seat. What a "pita" that is (new abbreviation standing for "Pain In The Ass"). There are 4,000 different kinds ranging in price from about $69 to $369 bucks! I have 3 car seats from when Faith was little, but I'm not sure if they are up to todays standards for car seat safety. I really just need to bite the bullet and go spend the moolah.

Speaking of moolah- it's extra tight this month. We had a man say he was coming to buy Jef's Porsche 928 and wanted to know if we had the title in hand. Well, we owed a few thousand on it, so Jef had me go pay it off (thinking the guy would come with a check). Long story short, the guy didn't take it, and we're a little off budget this month. Luckily, I have access to the "First Bank of Dad" and I'm going to take advantage of that. Hopefully the damn car will sell soon, and I wont have to sell my firstborn to the gypsies.

Easter is around the corner. I was raised baptist, but it didn't really suit me. Not to offend, but I like to make my own mind up about everything- and being told how to live my life, what was right and wrong, and how sinful I was just pissed me off. Oh, and there was that one instance where I was told "I wasn't good enough in God's eyes to be married in His house" because I was pregnant. And the "preacher" telling me this was born out of wedlock. Go figure!

So, to celebrate Easter, I go with the old belief of holding high the fertility goddess! Eggs colored red have been used at the Spring Equinox as far back as the Mesopotamian cultures. Red is the color of blood and life, while the egg itself represents birth and regeneration. And of course we all know how fertile rabbits are!

Having adventured through the land of "troubled conception" (as have most of you, my readers) I think this is the perfect time of year for all our pals who haven't gotten their babies yet to see that BFP! So CHEERS to all! And go get knocked up!


Michelle said...

so glad your feeling better!

I need one of those red eggs.

Kelly said...

Yeah for the fertility goddess! Bring on the eggs and bunnies and BFP's for our dear friends TTC. Blessings to you all!

Estella's Moms said...

I'm so glad you're feeling better...and thanks for the breast feeding encouragement. I really appreciate it.

meg said...

Glad you are feeling better!!!