Yesterday was a surprisingly good day for me on the intellectual front. I wrote a blog post and edited two chapters in my neverending novel. (I've been working on it 7 1/2 years now; I should probably accept that it will never be "done.")
I also finally read Something Other Than God. I started it on Tuesday and didn't make much headway but then I picked it up again and powered through and enjoyed it immensely.
I feel like I should have a more thorough review than that, but I used up all my brain cells reading it, so no.
Relatedly, I always thought people were being a bit overdramatic when they talked about postpartum NFP being so hard. (Sorry, Jen!)
Then I had a baby, and PPD, and basically ignored my husband for three or four months because hey, turns out this stuff is hard and makes no sense. (Though it didn't help that I wasn't actually cleared to resume "normal activities"/able to start really charting until 10 weeks pp.)
So I thought, "Oh, I'm just not doing it right, I'll get an instructor." So I called up the lady I'd called back in March of 2013 (we cancelled our original appointment because I found out I was pregnant a few days beforehand) and we took our first ever NFP class and the chart still didn't make any sense so I dutifully went to a follow-up and guess what? My instructor doesn't know what's going on either! (And yes, I did rule out being pregnant again. I was a little scared that making appointments with NFP instructors is what actually gets me pregnant, but apparently that wasn't it.)
So, yeah. Sorry, guys. I judged you and now I am learning my lesson.
I remember why I had such a "productive" day yesterday, with the writing and reading and stuff: The baby has a cold and wants to spend all day passed out on my chest (he's in the mei tai as I type this), and rattling around in the kitchen disturbs him so he wakes up and that's no good. So my dishes are ALLLL dirty but I have a relatively happy baby and I read a book so maybe it's a wash.
Tooth #6 finally broke free on Monday. The rejoicing was pretty short-lived, though, since Tooth #7 is already trying to push through in the opposite corner. (#6 was the bottom right incisor, giving him 2 on top and 4 on bottom; #7 is the top left.)
Tad has been enjoying solid food immensely. He usually has "brunch" around 10 or whenever I need to get something done without him hanging off me, and then he has dinner whenever the grownups do. Brunch can be oatmeal (cooked thick so he can feed himself), fruit (cut into "boats", i.e. half fruits with the cores scooped out) or whatever else comes to hand. Dinner is whatever the grownups are eating. Seriously, he's had potato soup, mac and cheese, chili, and all sorts of other stuff in the last couple of weeks. It's awesome and I'm starting to see how very convenient this whole baby-led weaning thing is.
Random non-toys continue to amuse him far more than his actual toys that he has scattered all over the apartment. The big hit this week was a pot and pan that I got out for him one day so I could hopefully make dinner in peace. It worked.
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