End of the day

 


The hours of 5:00-6:30 are so weirdly exhausting. My face sort of looks punched by then.

Today was no exception. Busy, though in a nice way.

This morning = Bumcake and I were strolling toward the library for storytime when another mama passed by and kind of blurted out (when she was almost by us): "Areyougoingtobookbabies?" We were! And we did. And we sat together and had all these ohmygodmetoo moments over staying-at-home and nursing-past-6-months and dude! We live on the same street. And her munchkin lady is only a month older than H. It's lurve.

This afternoon = Lady bi'ness appointment. I'm going to a midwife practice now for well visits because, well, not to get too personal, but I want some non-hormonez berf control and regular doctors look at you blankly upon that request. Plus, this place is super cool and right across from a hospital and the only real birthing center in the state. So, when the time comes (NOT NOW NOT NOW NOT NOW) I'd maybe like to do my baby thang there, too.

Later this afternoon = Babyfriend and I were close to cc's office. So we swung by and showed her off and she was so happy and smile-beaming to be with both of us middle-of-the-day. It was awesome.

Later later = Pumpkin spice latte.

Evening = Start black bean and pumpkin soup. With H in one arm, squirming and spitting up prune juice.

Now = HGTV and ice chewing and Indian stylez.