Weaning

Well it has been over three years that I have been pregnant or breastfeeding. I think in total it was three years and two months. I haven't nursed C in three days. He is 13 months old. I originally planned to nurse him six months, but six turned into nine and nine turned into thirteen.

S was only eight months when I found out I was pregnant with C. I struggled with the pregnancy for a while. I remember thinking that it was hard to be excited about a new baby because I still had a baby. Once S was weaned and sleeping through the night it became easier to grasp that I could take care of them all. I was pretty scared that I would have a hard time caring for three children under the age of four. It has turned out great. I cannot imagine our family any other way. I finally feel like I am making so head way, even that I am doing okay mothering my three boys. C is still not sleeping through the night, but I feel like it is a huge step for us not to be nursing through the night. After lunch I gave him a cup and he held it for himself and drank huge gulps of milk. It was humbling and exciting at the same time to realize that he is growing up and doesn't need me as much.

On the way home from picking H up from preschool I got a huge Dr. Pepper from Mickey D's, because I no longer have to worry about how much caffeine I am ingesting. I feel a little loopy from the extra caffeine. I am excited and sad at the same time to finally get my body back to myself. I am a little sad, because I have been growing or sustaining a life everyday for the last three years. I found out I was pregnant with H September of 2002, so for over five years there have only been five months that I wasn't pregnant or breastfeeding, that is until today.

I think I would be down right weepy if it weren't for the fact that I think we are going to have another bambino.

Motherhood is the best hardest thing that has ever happened to me.

$35 Special

I went to the post office today, joy of all joys, to send a friend some preggie drops, which are fantastic when you are pregnant. I also needed to buy stamps for Christmas cards. With a 4 1/2 year old, 2 1/2 year old and a 13 month old anything is an adventure. I had C in the backpack, S on my hip, and holding H's hand. S had a wonderful time sitting on all of the benches and low shelves. Fortunately H is now old enough to hold a spot in the line while I run after S. We managed to get everything mailed and purchased. Everything was going swimmingly until some older lady behind me belches "Geez you've got three of them, ugh." I chose to ignore her, until she told her companion, "She's got one on her back and one on her hip and then there's another one." I yelled back, "they are beautiful children, not rabid dogs." I am really sick and tired of people commenting on my children. "Are they all yours?" "Wow there are three of them." Those are the two I get the most. It drives me insane.

So, I get everybody back across the street and into their car seats and wouldn't you know it, when I turn on the wind shield wipers, I have a F#@$ing parking ticket.

$35, isn't that special.

Crapitty Crap Crap

I am in a crappy mood. Blah blah blah. I knocked five things off of my mega Christmas list yesterday. So far today, not a single one has been crossed off. I did discover that while I thought we managed to get all of our boxes from this last pcs, I think we are missing some. Of course the missing boxes would be the boxes of Christmas decorations, ARGH!!!

If I was Martha Stewart I could craft elegant and beautiful decorations from toilet paper. Alas Martha Stewart I am not. Oh well.