Six-week checkup
Posted by: LizzieIs it Tuesday already? I can’t believe this week is already well underway. I mean, yesterday morning feels like an eternity ago. Maybe it’s because I’ve been getting up at 6:30 almost every day. Sometimes earlier. The baby wakes up so early. It’s nice because he usually just stays in the bed and coos at me while he does his leg kicking and arm swinging. Then when he gets tired, I’ll nurse him again and he’ll go back to sleep. This morning we managed to stay in bed until after 9:00. It helped that dh is done with the first half of his summer semester and stayed home until he had to go to work a few minutes ago. That way, he could watch everyone while I took a shower. He starts the second half on Thursday, but he doesn’t have to be there until 9 or so. I may be able to take showers on a regular basis again!
My six-week checkup was yesterday afternoon and I managed to go without the kids (thanks, mom!). Everything is fine and I’ve been granted permission to get on with my life. She wants to see me again in August just to make sure my moods are still stable. Understandable because I had real bad ppd with ds1 and never did anything about it. She wrote me a year’s script for zoloft to be on the safe side. I don’t have any reservations about taking it 1. becuase it’s a low dose and 2. I don’t have side effects. It’s also good to know that it’s one of the “safest” meds for bfing.
I totally goofed on an ebay sale last week. I sold my favorite maternity halter and accidentally boxed up a pair of capris made of nearly identical fabric. I had a strange feeling something was amiss when I was mailing them, but didn’t think anything of it. Then I got a message yesterday from the buyer. I apologized and boxed up the right garment last night. I meant to have dh take the box with him this morning but completely forgot.
I love that the post office will mail you priority mail boxes and supplies for free. Then you can print out shipping labels and just give them to the postman. What I don’t love is that our mail box is all the way at the end of our longass driveway and we never even see him/her unless they drive up to the house to give us a box. And they don’t even do that unless it’s Saturday. I still don’t know why the weekday mailperson doesn’t feel inclined to drive up to our house. Even if we’re home, they always just leave the “sorry we missed you” card in the box and we have to drive into town to pick it up. It’s really inconvenient for me because I never know when the baby is going to sleep through a car ride. Yesterday I had to pull over and console him four times on the way to my mom’s. He slept soundly on the way home, though. I just never know.
I feel like my day has been thrown out of whack because we slept in. It’s already after 11:00 and I’ve only just started some laundry. There aren’t any dishes to be washed because we washed them all last night after the boys went to bed. I’m really enjoying the time dh and I spend doing dishes together. It’s turning into a ritual: we unload & load the dishwasher, then I wash while he dries the dishes that didn’t fit. Although we don’t talk a lot while we do it, it’s a nice time just doing something together.
Father’s Day turned out nicely. I framed some black & whites that I took of him and each of the boys. I found a frame at Target with five openings. In the two smaller openings I framed print-outs of the Chinese symbols for “daddy” and “love.” One day I’ll try to learn how to actually paint them and replace them with my own. I wish I could have done more for him, but I’m still short on cash from not working last month. We went out for lunch at our new favorite pizza buffet and went over to his parent’s house for dinner. I didn’t think about how much cheese I was eating though, and the poor baby had gas all day yesterday.
I’m planning to vacuum at some point today but still haven’t decided on tonight’s dinner. I have to remember what we have to make first. Ummm, maybe I’ll make tuna casserole. Yeah, that sounds good.
Tags: babies, family life, father's day, post office, postal worker, usps
