Your 6 Week Check-Up

Well, it has been a little over 6 weeks since I officially became a "Mother of Two" and I have to say that it hasn't been as bad as I thought it was going to be. Granted, I find myself being more neurotic with Dorian than I was with Dante, which is odd since everyone tells me you are more lax with subsequent children, but in my case I am exactly the opposite. I am constantly checking to see if he is breathing, questioning every movement, every twitch, every sound, and every decision I am making.

I am an idiot.

I have to say that I am loving having a new baby. I love the baby smell, the baby skin, the baby babyness. I don't even mind really that since I am exclusively nursing, I am up every 2 or so hours during the night. But, my body has become acclimated to the "No Sleep" factor. I also kind of feel like a Holstein Cow, constantly giving milk, and incidentally my boobs are starting to look like cow udders. I swear I think I either tripped over one of them the other day or zipped a nipple up accidentaly up in my pants. I'm not winning any "Perfect Breasts" contest anytime soon, and I'm figuring that my days of having nice full boobs have moved over to allow for me to look like some African tribeswoman from the pages of National Geographic.

Actually, I think their boobs look better than mine. *sigh*

The biggest question I have been getting since Dorian was born is "How is Dante handling it?" and I have to say that he is doing spectacularly. Sure, he has had his moments of regression (taking up to sleeping with the "woo-woo" again) but he hasn't tried to kill the baby, or punch the baby, or threaten to throw the baby out the window (something I have been told I did when my baby brother entered my life). I am sure that as Dorian gets older and becomes more "human", for lack of a better term, then the rivalries will begin. Especially when Dorian decides to play with Lightning McQueen or Grave Digger. But I guess I will cross those bridges when I come to them.

In an uncharacteristic turn of events, I am so wrapped up in my kids and my mom/wife/superhero duties that I am completely oblivious as to what is going on in the world. I had no idea that FAUX News blowhard Glenn Beck held a "civil rights" rally today in DC, ironically enough on the anniversary of the famous Martin Luther King,Jr. "I Have a Dream" speech. I have to say that, pacifist or not, if MLK were alive to day, he'd most definitely slap Glennie in the face for the insult. I unfortunately have no snarky comments because I am completely uninformed of the facts other that Douchebag Beck seems to think that "going back to god" should fix everything in this country because that's what the "Founding Fathers intended".

Sometime I think I have to invoke Poe's Law, but alas I can't. These people are this ignorant.

But enough about idiots, this is a happy blog about how happy I am about my new little guy and my big guy. There will be plenty of time to wax philosophic and spout expletives about the Tea Baggers, but right now, I'm hearing some fussing on the monitor and my udders are tingling.

It's milkin' time!