I don't know much...

but I know how to breastfeed. Yup. I'm going to brag about my bodacious ta-ta's and how proud I am of them.

My dear friend had her baby girl on Friday. I went to visit her Friday morning and again Friday evening. She asked me so many questions- everything from breastfeeding to post-partum bleeding- and I had ALL the answers. All of em. And they were the RIGHT answers. (I had a nurse tell me that I should stay the night with my friend cause I knew exactly what to do lol)

Then it dawned on me: WOW. I can finally impart maternal light and knowledge upon a new mommy. Holy crap- I know what I'm doing!

Then the evil thought: If I had another baby it would be SOOOO much easier this go round. I know about pregnancy, labor, epidurals, breastfeeding, toddlerhood.

Then the thought that brought me back to reality: I also know all about sleepless nights, money being thrown down on box after box of diapers, the REAL cost of daycare, sharing the TV...

And I realized, "Nah. I'm good."

But I digress...

So my boobs. Apparently they were super boobs. I thought it was normal to get as much out of them as I was getting. Last night I consulted with my childbirth coach (who is also a really good friend) and told her about my friend having issues nursing and if there was still hope for milk (there is, whew!). When Kim asked why I was asking I told her that E couldn't really get anything out of the pump and was worried. And Kim said "Oh that's normal before your milk comes in." I said "Really?! I used to get like an ounce every 2 hours before my milk came in." Kim looked at me funny and said "Yeah. You had generous boobs. That's not how it usually goes."

Then I found out the 3 ounces I could get off each breast and STILL be able to nurse CJ full after? Also not normal.

Oh. And there's no Easter Bunny, either.

Turns out though, that it was a win-win. Thanks to my Super-Boobs, I always had plenty of milk for CJ and last night I was able to give E encouragement in the form of "Not to worry! I was a super-freak. Your hooties is normal! Give em time!" She was relieved and so am I. (I also felt bad that I mighta made her boobs feel sub-par, soooo my apologies E's boobs!)

I'm taking Thursday off to help out with the baby. (Poor E can't drive for 6 weeks b/c of the c-section and her fiance had to go back to work, so I offered to help out for a day.) I'm excited to be the one to answer the questions (if she has more), give advice- and feel COMPLETELY CONFIDENT in what I'm saying!

I do miss the baby months though. But only the fun stuff like snuggles and rocking and nursing. I figure I can get 2 outta the 3 Thursday.

And that ain't bad.

There's a First Time For Everything

One thing you'll learn quick about me is that I suck at keeping up with things.

But only certain things.

Money? Not a problem. My checkbook is balanced to the penny. Daily.

My kid? Easy-peasy. I keep her entire schedule in my head.

Work? My boss can ask for a random file that hasn't been touched in 5 years and I put my hands on it in 5 seconds.

But journaling? (and now blogging) Whoo, boy. This'll be a challenge.

It's an important challenge though. I spend 8 hours a day, 5 days a week in front of the computer. And though I usually think my life is boring, a lot of people ask me if I have a blog, so maybe there's some mild interest? I dunno. HOWEVER. Since I AM in front of said computer so long, I figure I might as well take to the "webwaves" whenever the mood strikes me and speak my mind.

Speaking of speaking my mind. I feel the need for a disclaimer: I am not politicially correct. By a long shot. So if you're easily offended. You might not wanna read this. I'm also extremely opinionated. And sometimes my opinions are different from others'. That's ok.-It's what makes life interesting. But if you're easily offended. You might not wanna read this- cause I ain't gonna apologize for how I feel. Govern yourselves accordingly.

So now... I'm off to brainstorm for something to write about. May God have mercy upon us all...