Moo

Here at Casa de Navel Gazer, the past few days have been a little nuts. Benevolent Dictator (BD) is currently going through another growth spurt and as a result, is VORACIOUSLY hungry and eating every hour or so. As a result, I'm currently feeling a little sore and like my nipples are going to fall off. BD's been having screaming fits in the evening because she's tired because she can't sleep because she's SO DAMNED HUNGRY! WOMAN! EXPOSE YOUR BREAST TO ME NOW AND FEED ME!

Sorry. Started channeling her there for a second.

The last time BD underwent a growth spurt, it resulted in a meltdown. Now that I have a clue of what's going on, it's still a little harrowing, but I'm trying to be more patient.

Unfortuantely, patience is not one of those virtues I was blessed with. I'm trying, but it's hard. The night before last I refused to believe it was a growth spurt and as a result, was mentally threatening to tape the pacifier to my child's head so she would go to sleep, since she was playing the game of "smile at mommy, then spit the pacifier out so we can watch her frantically put it back in only to start cussing when I spit it out again."

I think the last sentence should have Social Services at my door any day now.

I've always had a huge rack (42DD to be precise), but I never really felt objectified by my boobs until now. Now it's all about the milk production, making sure BD is eating well and ensuring that there's enough milk for the next feed.

Not to mention the looks I get from my girl as she sees the white cotton nursing bra. I wonder if its similar to an 18-year-old boy's first time at a strip club. "MANNA FROM HEAVEN! EXPOSE YOURSELF TO ME NOW!"

Ahem. Sorry. Channeling her again.

Hopefully it'll end soon. At least now I've got some support. Jeff's mom is coming to stay with us for two and a half weeks and my mom and grandma are coming up today to help give the house a quick cleaning so we're up to standards. I thought I'd be cleaning as my mother snuggled with her little granddaughter, but now I think I might be supervising from the couch as the wee one continues to feast on my tits.

The upside to this? At least she's sleeping a little longer. Not to mention, unlike two months ago, she doesn't require me holding her all the damn time. It was entertaining to hear her talking to herself at 5 a.m. today as she drifted off to sleep.

I imagine her conversation was something like this:

"I'm hungry, but I just ate. Momma had a good meal. Is it time for breakfast yet? I should holler, but really, she does need some rest. Maybe I'll just wait until morning. Mmmmmmm. Milk. It does a body good. Man, breakfast sounds good right now. ZZZZZZZZZZ."