I know, I have been AWOL from my blog lately. When I am inspired I have no time, and when I have time I am uninspired.

This is my new favorite picture. I have a new favorite picture every day. I have taken so many pictures of this child. I feel bad - I will surely run out of steam on taking pictures by the time Kid 2 comes along (oh my...don't want to think about this right now).

None of my clothes fit. It's slightly irritating - I have pre-pregnancy clothes and I have maternity clothes...I am not maternity anymore, but I can't quite fit into my old shirts. Pants are fine. I've been back in those for awhile. But I still have a bit of a pudge on my belly, and with the breastfeeding thing (or whatever the heck it is I am doing), my boobs are bigger. All my shirts tend to give me a slightly bare midriff, which is not one bit becoming. As of about a week and a half ago, I had 15 pounds to go. I do realize about 3 or 4 of these are in my boobs, so I can hope to get down to about 152 and be happy (or further, and be even happier!). I just want to do about 1000 crunches everyday and get rid of the pudge.

The pumping thing is taking its toll on me in every way...You wouldn't think it would - it's far less demanding than conventional breastfeeding where the child is feeding for like 40 minutes as often as he or she wants. I am in control of when I pump, and I have plenty of excess (which is great when I want to have a drink - I made up the term Pump N Dump, or maybe I only think that's original). I have a lot of reasons why it's so taxing, but I won't get into it here.

Andy has gone back to work, so it is all me. I get to feed Liam during the night every time, which nets me about 4-5 hours of sleep. When Andy gets home I get to take a shower and then take him for the rest of the day. I love spending the time with him, but I wish I had the help during the night. It's difficult. I can only imagine when I go back to work. I am sure we will get into a routine.

The little guy is astir (read: screaming). Better go!