I decided to post a day early- why not? There’s no reason I HAVE to post on Thursdays…I can still be wild, fancy-free (whatever that means), not tied down to convention…
Okay.
Or it’s because we’re hosting our very first Thanksgiving tomorrow and there is NO WAY ON EARTH I can get Nora ready, the house ready, the food ready (a turkey? I may end up serving deli slices) and enjoy a leisurely blogging session. So, I’m enjoying my leisure time now- typing one-handed, feeding Nora and signing a Christmas card (complete with personal message) between burps. Hers, not mine. I would feel pretty fabulous about all of this, were it not for the fact that I haven’t showered in a while (the actual amount doesn’t really matter) nor have I changed clothes since that moment between Nora and I when I told her, “I should really change out of this now.” And didn’t.
And now, two extremely inappropriate things to blog about, condensed to lessen the gross-out factor:
One. A word of advice- buy your nursing bra BEFORE you have the baby. Buy many, even if you don’t know what size you’ll end up being. The experience of having an incorrectly-sized bra still trumps the experience of trying on bras once you’ve begun to sustain a child. I have said too much.
And two. When using a breastpump for the first time, it is awfully helpful to have the suctioning function working correctly. Perhaps bring a towel. Do not allow others to witness it, either. It has the potential to turn away friends and destroy relationships. There are few things more horrifying than an incompetent pumper. Skype tutorials are fine, but keep in mind that you are one exposed body part away from internet pornography at all times.
(If this weren’t such a family blog, I guarantee I could have soda coming out of your nose within minutes. Regardless of your beverage of choice.)
In other, viewer-friendly news, my daughter is losing her hair. This is something that is entirely out of my control but also something for which I feel 100% responsible. It bothers me a little too much. My daughter will always be gorgeous to me (and others- come on, she’s stunning), but I do not wish to have Kojak as a kid. Maybe for an uncle. Remember in the early ’90s when that colored hairspray was invented to “hide” bald patches on men and women? Thought it was an awesome idea then, even more relevant now. I’m going with that reddish-orange color.
Speaking of references only Kate will understand, my big sis came to play last week! It was fabulous for Nora Jane to meet her godmother and we had a lovely time napping and eating too much. It also gave me the opportunity to take embarrassingly long showers without fear of repercussion (or soap in the eyes) from Duchess Purpleface D’Yellipants (it’s a family name.)
Kate and I went to the premiere of my workshopped play with 20% Theatre on Friday night, complete with a playwright talkback. Yes, I talked back. (I was so tired that in the midst of answering a question I blanked and admitted to the guy that I had no idea where I was going with all of this. Kate said it was handled seamlessly. They were all very kind.) The traumatic part of the evening was actually leaving Nora. She was fine, hanging out with her Dad and enjoying a previously pumped bottle (see earlier references), but I left the house feeling like I had left my hands behind or forgot to put on pants. (Kate helpfully informed me that since I was wearing a skirt, this was indeed the case.) After ten months of having her be RIGHTTHERETHISCLOSE it was extremely jarring. I cried. Then I had a great time. And was home two hours later on the dot. I even had half a beer to celebrate. (I used to wear lampshades, I swear to God I did.)
I think I’ve been using my time off from work to the fullest: I’m catching up on series that people have been raving about for quite awhile. Some have even ended. No matter. There has never been a better time in my life to watch things, in fifteen minute increments, throughout a 24-hour period. One of these shows is ‘The Office.’ I have been mainlining episodes of ‘The Office.’ I have gone through five full seasons in under a week. Yes. One side effect of watching a stylized show in such large quantities is that one begins to take on the patterns of speech and thought exemplified in a given series. For example, my inner monologue now sounds creepily like the explanatory asides on that show:
Keely to P.J.: These potatoes are fabulous. Just how I like them.
Keely (aside): I hate potatoes. Always have. I might throw them on the floor. Or develop an allergic reaction. Did I tell you I have an allergic reaction to iodine? Funny story…
Between that and the use of Skype as my main form of communication (keeping one’s head directly in the sights of the webcam while holding a squirmy baby makes for stilted conversation at best- and don’t even get me started on trying to feed her in the midst of one of these convos. See- earlier references about interweb exposure) has reduced my language skills to mush.
But who needs eloquence? I’m pretty blessed with a terrific husband, wonderful family and friends, a house that we adore, careers that stimulate us, a baby that fills my heart with joy…OHMYGOD NORA HAS FALLEN ASLEEP. Showershowershowertime oh boy clean socks!!!
(Happy Thanksgiving.)
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