Small comforts

So you know it's a bad day when you've already cried like 6 times before 10am.

and your daughter has baby diarrhea and you have no clue why. but otherwise, she's fine and the nurse tells you to just add some pro-biotics to a bottle and she'll be ok.

and you realize that she still isn't taking a bottle.

so you call back the next day and say, my daughter has it about every 2 hours.

and so they tell you to come in

and you end up going to the doctor and she says, keep taking the pro-biotic, she looks fine, and just "breast feed her out of it" - and call me Monday if it's not better.

and you thought at 6 am, yah, that's probably what i should do, but you're a new mom, so you freak out and make an appointment anyway.

and you realize that was just $25 to tell you what you already suspected.

and $25 for the freaking pro-biotic.

so $50 in the hole to tell you that yes, your daughter had diarrhea and it will just go away.

and you realize that you have gotten your period EVEN THOUGH you are breastfeeding and most women don't get it for like 6 months. but no, your body is so strong with hormones that you get it SIX WEEKS to the day your daughter is born.

and your husband, jokingly, lovingly, says to you, as you are crying at 6 am, "oh great, PMS again. This should be fun."

and you want to kill him, even though he was making a joke.

but the small comfort?

you are wearing your pre-pregnancy jeans.

and they are actually buttoned.

all the way.

there might be a little pauch popping out over them, which you hide with a larger sweater.

but they are pre-pregnancy jeans.

and that, my friends, had better be a small comfort for this kind of day.

My new favorite photo

Nuff said.

Today at the dog park...

So I'm introducing Stella to a fellow dog park lady who was there the day my water broke and another woman is standing there. "This is Stella," i say. The first lady says, oh, she's so cute. and the second lady says, "Wow, Stella must be a popular name right now." and I said, oh really? I didn't know that. and she says, "yes, there are a lot of dogs here at the park named Stella. I have never heard of someone naming their baby after a dog."

Seriously? I just looked at her. Um, we didn't name the baby after a dog, i say.

and then i just walk away.

I know she changes daily...

I can't keep up with her changes to document her properly on the blog. Too little sleep, too much time holding her (b/c she likes to be held when she sleeps during the day. Yah, that has got to stop soon...)

So here are some new ones to keep the grandmas satiated.
me and all the babies - that Scupper is too much...

Stella's First Bath

Enjoy! - and yes, we are bathing her in our thrift store turkey roaster pan for the time being... and you know what - it works pretty darn well. Best $6 i ever spent, and it's getting more uses than the one time we used it for Thanskgiving this past year. ;)

the grandparents

Some how, my camera didn't have a pic of Grandmum Judy, but here are the other three - Grammy Z, Granddad Ed, and Grandpop Steven - all adoring Stella fans... Grammy Z and Steven are by far the best storytellers. My mom with fantastical tales, and Steven with tales of historical intrigue. It was awesome to listen to...

Surprise!

Introducing -

the newly married Steve Gerlach and Aimee Zygmonski!
Yes, that's right. We finally did it. On Saturday night, when both sets of parents were in town to meet each other for the second time in our ten years of being together, we told them to "dress nice" Sunday morning because we were all headed to Sunset Cliffs to get married.

Needless to say, their jaws dropped.

So we did it. We did it because both sets of parents were in town, and we didn't have to plan to much.

We did it because it's easier to claim Stella as a dependent this coming year for tax purposes.

We really did it for Stella.

And I guess, we finally decided to do it for us - you know, considering it's been 10 years and all.

Steve surprised me by giving me a ring - we had initially agreed to not do them, but I have to be a girl and say, it's really pretty. ;)

Our wonderful friends Bob and Lisa helped us hatch the plan, and were so gracious to host the most beautiful wedding brunch a couple could have, and our friend Dave officiated.

We ended our "first" married day by climbing into bed exhausted at 9pm with Miss Stella Ruth finally quieting to sleep.

Ah, married life.

Welcome to the new blog!

Just thought this address might be easier than anything else - and for many of you, the original blog address didn't make any sense to begin with.

More pics of Stella Ruth coming soon as soon as I can be with it long enough to download new photos. Let's just say that sleep is at a premium these days...