It's been an embarrassingly long amount of time since I've written anything on this blog. Basically, I started getting more paid writing gigs, so I was obviously too lazy to write for free on top of that. And the rest of the time I was comatose on the couch, natch.
To get you up to speed, in the last few months, I've continued my pursuit of nothingness (and was doing particularly well in my final month of pregnancy, when I decided that public transportation was too stressful to bear so I either walked places or didn't leave the house. I'll leave it up to you to decide which happened more frequently). During my pregnancy, I ate copious amounts of junk food (including frosting out of the can), and watched really cringe-worthy movies (a particular obsession was to see every single rom-com related to pregnancy and birth (including that ridiculous J Lo-gets-artificially-inseminated-and-then-meets-the-man-of-her-dreams-one, which was definitely a low point), as if that would improve the labor experience. And, though I tried to do as little as possible when pregnant, I did kind of make up for it by delivering a baby (which is kind of an achievement. I'm planning on milking it for the next several years at least).
I've decided to breast feed my baby (mainly out of laziness, but please do feel free to refer to me as an Earth Mother/Gaia figure), and breastfeeding means that you literally CANNOT leave the house without the babe in tow (or at all, on most days). So I have a license to rot which is masquerading as good parenting, since I spend tons of time paying attention to/feeding/having skin to skin contact/staring at the babe. All while sitting on the couch or in bed. It's genius.
Even though I'm up at all hours of the night looking after the babe and I now have to be hyper-vigilant and organized because I'm caring for another being and things like getting the temperature of the baby bath right and making sure I get my kid to the town hall to get her birth certificate matter, the rotter has returned. My new drug of choice? 24 - Sherry Palmer, Jack Bauer, Tony Almeida... I'm obsessed. And there are like eight seasons so this should keep me going for at least the next week. Maybe two.
