Post pregnancy fun

I've been told over and over and over that my hair was going to fall out after I had Mateo. Whatever, big deal, I thought every time someone would tell me that.

The other day I was brushing out my hair and thinking how weirdly thick it felt. I have super thin hair that tends to have a mind of its own, but that day it was laying perfectly flat and my cowlick wasn't apparent, and I was just darn pleased with it.

Today I turned on the blow dryer and my nose was immediately hit with the stench of burning hair. Weird, I thought. I finished blow drying it, grabbed my brush, and brushed a few sections. When I looked at the brush, there was a ton of hair on it -- like someone just cut chunks off my hair and left it sorta laying there for me to brush it out and become slightly freaked out. Like an evil joke on me. Ha, ha.

I pulled it out and looked at it. Darn it, I thought. My stupid hair is falling out. I twisted the clump of hair up into a ball and threw it away. I was afraid to keep brushing, but that was pretty much the worst of it.

So much for having fun, sorta thick hair that lays straight and keeps the cowlicks hidden. Now I'm just wondering if I have a couple of weird bald spots on the back of my head that I can't see.

Random things Safeway gave me today

In order to save some time for ourselves, I ordered most of our groceries from Safeway.com this weekend. This is what Safeway decided to give me in lieu of my cucumber:

1. Mayo (fat-filled mayo so I won't use it)
2. Garbanzo beans (I hate them)
3. White beans (I think I hate them too)
4. Four grapefruits (not my favorite fruit at all)

Some day they'll give me lobster or chicken or something really tasty and expensive instead of things I don't really want. And I sure do miss my cucumber.

"Uh oh. I think he went poo."

My husband decided after the first week of bringing Mateo home that he was no longer going to change Mateo's diapers unless it was absolutely necessary. I'm not sure why, but I've heard plenty of excuses, the main one being that Mateo doesn't like how my husband changes Mateo's diaper and Mateo cries. I keep telling him that Mateo gets mad at me too sometimes, it's just hit or miss.

So then my husband started with, "Uh oh, I think he went poo," whenever he was holding holding him for a bit. The first time I quickly took Mateo into his room and took his diaper off. All the time accusing him of being a stinky boy. When I got the diaper off, there was no poo. I changed him regardless and then told my husband that what he thought was poo was just farts. Then, mysteriously, I'd end up holding Mateo while my husband was running around doing as he pleased.

Then it happened again. And then again. And then I finally wised up. I realized that when my husband said, "Uh oh. I think he went poo," that meant, "Um, I'm kinda tired of holding him and sitting on the couch. I want to do other things. You take him now and I'll hold him later on tonight, like way later on."

Tonight my husband was holding him and he said that Mateo went poo. I didn't believe him, but took him anyway. Turns out he did go poo. But I already informed my husband I figured out what his evil plot was when he tells me Mateo pooed and that he was going to have to come up with something else to pass Mateo onto me.

I, myself, am starting to wise up, and I run away when he does take him and hold him, just so I can get a few minutes alone to myself without having to worry about Mateo and his needs. I mean, I do it all day and all night, pretty much, I'm allowed, aren't I? Five minutes?

Representing

Stent removal and a little advice

I had my surgery for my stent removal yesterday. One of the questions posed to me before the surgery was what I weighed. I honestly had no idea how much I weighed after having Mateo, so I said that. The nurse asked me to guess. I said I didn't know and that I just had a baby. So she ended up weighing me (yikes! diet time...).

When the anesthesiologist came to talk to me about what he planned on doing, he went over my information, including my height and weight. When he said my weight, he said, "That's a lot."

I was totally taken aback. I looked at my husband and then said, "for me?"

The anesthesiologist said, "Yes."

While I wanted to start crying, I instead sucked it up and said, "I just had a baby 4 weeks ago."

The anesthesiologist said, "Oh. You just had a baby. How much weight did you gain while you were pregnant?"

What the hey? I thought. Why am I all of a sudden getting the third degree about my weight and my pregnancy weight gain 4 weeks after having a baby? I told him 50 lbs or so. He then informed me that that was too much.

Woah. WOAH. What a way to make a new mom feel like a piece of poo. And the sad part of all of this is I barely get to eat when I'm alone with Mateo, and when I do, I'm snarfing the food down just to stop the hunger, get the energy and move on. I don't get to eat to enjoy my food anymore. I eat because I know I have to eat for Mateo's sake.

My husband keeps telling me that the anesthesiologist isn't a "real" doctor, he wasn't the epitome of health himself and he looked slobby. But still.

Baby 6th sense

My baby has this keen 6th sense of knowing, while he's napping, that I'm just about ready to fall asleep, and that's when he decides to wake up and want to eat.

I love my baby. I love my sleep. What to do, what to do.

Post pregnancy clothes

I can no longer wear my maternity clothes that well and can't fit into my pre-pregnancy clothes, so today I had to venture out to Old Navy to buy some new shirts that I have yet to try on because I'm scared of how they will look on me. I'm saving that pleasure for tomorrow, when I'm alone (well, not completely, Mateo will be here too), and so no one who can tell me to stop crying can't witness me doing just that -- crying over my lumps and bumps.

If one or two shirts look okay, I'll be happy. If none look okay, I'm going to be one sad momma.