Baby has a pattern. Yes, she actually follows a pattern - which is strange and interesting all at the same time. Every other day, she's fussy and needs more holding and doting; and every other day, she's feeling more independent and able to just hang out on her own without Mom picking her up every other second. This one, she's got a mind all her own - if she wants to fuss, she'll fuss, no matter if she's in the car or in my arms. And the binky - she picks if it works or not. What seemingly has worked for other babies, not working on this one - she's gone through this life before, and nothing's fooling her.
Least of all, her younger souled father. Hubby is convinced she throws him looks of "yeah right" sometimes. Me, I was, in my paranoiac state, thoroughly convinced that when she looked lethargic that there was something wrong with her mental state. Alas, it took me a month to realize that no, she's just tired. I'm sure I'll find something else to satisfy my outward hypochondriac that could possibly be wrong with her. I'm still amazed each day that I look at her - it's like we got a new product in our house, but damn, it's a little human. And it looks like us! I don't know that any person really could design something so interesting as a mini clone, and even then, to make each model unique and different from others.
Breakfast today, alas, my cravings continue. I finished off the last piece of lasagna, straight out of the fridge, no reheating or anything. Hubby stares at me in fear whenever I tell him about these kinds of happenings, as they are things that he may do - but I kindly remind him that, ahem, it's better that I do these kinds of crazy food craving things than look at him as a female black widow looks at her mate (hmmm... dinner...). He had that fear towards the end of my pregnancy: "Shit, I've done what I was supposed to do, and now, I'm just going to be the next meal for her and all her babies!", as I was eating comparable, and sometimes more, than what he ate. And he's got another 100 lb or so on me! Well, this breastfeeding thing, coupled with lack of sleep, it's got me hungry and craving all things possible. So alas, the spider continues eating, and doting on her little one.
Yesterday was a crazy day - Baby refused to be out of my arms, even for 5 minutes, so it made things like, oh, getting a glass of water or eating breakfast (at 2pm, no less) just about impossible. By the end of the day, having cried and screamed her last bit, she finally did fall asleep for a while, in my sling (of which I just purchased a gray one, since my black one, I fear, may pick up too much heat in the summer time), thus allowing me to throw together some semblance of dinner for Hubby and me. I thawed some small squid (body and tentacles), sea scallops, and shrimp, and tossed with a bit of salt and pepper. Threw the mixture into a heated grill pan with some butter and granulated garlic - voila, instant dinner. Quick, easy, and actually, fairly tasty. I served this with some blanched carrots and left over mixed rice, from Sunday night's dinner with Hubby's father - brown and white rice, cooked prior, chilled, then sauteed with bacon and Trader Joe's soycatash, seasoned with ground coriander, cumin, garlic, salt, and pepper. Tasty, fast, 1/2 hour and the whole thing was done. Granted, having the rice already done was a fantastic shortcut, but the main part of the seafood, it was still really easy and fast.
Dinner tonight, alas, not even a fraction as elaborate, and much more low brow - Costco run, so we had a hot dog at their food stand. We made the mistake of going there without having eaten first - and now, female spider in tow, Hubby finds it is now his responsibility, as opposed to the other way around, to make sure that spouse does not pull every god damn thing off the shelf ("Ooooh, that looks good...."). What was most unfortunate after our quarter pound hot dog dinner, was the fact that I spied a family - a family, of all things! - digging into their pizza pie a couple of tables away, and I just thought it looked so damn tasty. I couldn't believe that I was still hungry. Hubby deflected successfully - he suggested that he make me a ham sandwich on croissant once we get home. And voila, we get home, and I'm not even hungry any more. Whew, Hubby lives to fight another day.
BTW, I can't celebrate enough this sling that I got - Baby feels very comfortable, like being back in the womb, and it allows me two free hands to do stuff around the house or when I'm out and about. And because it's black, it blends well with my clothes, and passersby often smile to see a little arm or a tuft of her hair sticking out past the edge of the opening. It's like seeing a little puppy in a handbag - this sling looks so much like a piece of clothing, and then when you suddenly realize that it's carrying a little human in it, well, that just tops off anyone's curious eye.
Until another day!
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