
On a mixed high-note, I weighed myself yesterday for the first time since delivering the baby. I didn't know what to expect, since my clothes aren't fitting as baggily as I'd hoped - in fact, my pre-preggo pants are fitting me rather well, which ordinarily would be a blessing if they weren't so darned large to begin with. Well, I was shocked to see that I'm down 30 pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight. Okay. This is fantastic. More than I thought. So why am I pissed? Because I bought a pair of size 24 pants the other day (thinking, I wore 26 before the pregnancy, and those were baggy on me) and the buggers didn't fit. And when I say "didn't fit" I mean they didn't want to make it over my hips. Now, I know that sizing varies from store to store and brand to brand (which is a neverending source of irritation for me) but how is it that I'm basically no smaller than when I started out, thirty pounds heavier? WTF? I mean, my face is thinner, other people comment that I look like I've lost weight, so why oh WHY is it not evident in my pants? The only thing I can think is that the stretched out belly-ness is less fatty, but still, quite abundant.
I'm still not done with Mona In the Promised Land by Gish Jen, which to me indicates that the book sucks, because ordinarily (baby or no) I'd be done with a book that size in 48 hours, and it's been a few weeks. I've only had two or three books in my life that fell into this category of "laboriously difficult to read" and those were The Liars' Club: A Memoir by Mary Karr and We Were the Mulvaneys by Joyce Carol Oates. I finished the former but just couldn't wade through the latter. I just hate reading books when the style or content just doesn't appeal to me. Why can't there be an English Class with books that get more than three stars on Amazon?
My boy's got asthma. Nico had a cold for three weeks which seemed inordinately long to me, never mind that frankly, there weren't enough Kleenexes in the county to sop up the ever-present mucous streaming from his nose. So I brought him in again (the first time was at the beginning of the cold since I thought he might have an ear infection) and the nurse tells me he has asthma, which is keeping the cold from getting better. Mat has asthma, and he too is having a hard time breathing these days, so I think it's just a weather/time of year thing. But really, doesn't the pediatrician know that all I ever want to hear from them is "He's perfect!"? Grr.
I'm playing CSI: Hard Evidence for the XBox 360 right now (yes, I know, I'm an anathema to the legions of Halo 3 devotees). It's no better, but also no worse, than the previous editions. I had to get my fix in since I have no TV right now, and this past Thursday, I became the only CSI fanatic who has no idea what's happened to Sarah. And no, I don't want to know. I'm waiting for it to be downloadable on the 360, so don't post any spoilers, chickee-monkeys! One thing is certain though, Grissom is no where near as hot rendered in blocky 3-D graphics as he is on the show. 'Nuff said.
Anyway, the sky is brightening ever so slightly, and shortly, my quiet morning will be filled with the whoops and hollers, shrieks and cries of three little boys. It's much harder now with the baby, particularly since Nicholas' cold has got him in double-bad sorts which only compounds the jealousy. He's the neediest little pain ever right now, and I spend most of my day with both of the babies in my arms at the same time -no small feat. I've unfortunately also had a headache ever since I had Joseph. It varies in intensity, but with rare exception, it is always there. I'm going to set up an appointment soon if it gets much worse, because I don't know if I can wait out the six-week appointment. Then again, what can the possibly do for me? Most medication that will help with headaches is counter-indicated for nursing. So, with head a-throbbing, I bid you adieu until next time!