Hi, yes, still here. The Child 2.0 (for lack of a better name) is not yet wreaking havoc on my stomach the way The Child did. But, oh, the fatigue! I could nap all day. In fact, that's what I did with The Child, but now The Child is on the outside and wreaking havoc on other things. So naps are out, unless she's napping. And you know what I'm going to do to the next person who tells me to sleep when the baby sleeps? Something terribly painful and very creative that I'm too tired to think of right nozzzzzzzzz
Um. Hello. Oh, yes, this problem is compounded by my crazed fits of nesting (nesting did not begin last time until I was approximately the size of Rhode Island, if I remember correctly). I get up in the morning and spend the next four hours cooking and smashing up baby food or washing and folding laundry (but not putting it away, of course, so we have gargantuan stacks of clean, folded laundry EVERYWHERE) or scrubbing the floors. Then The Child wakes up from her nap, and I fall asleep feeding her while she plays with my nose and claws my face skin to bits.
Speaking of The Child, she is a big, fat bundle of energy. My muscly little string bean. She climbs, she crawls, she speechifies, she shovels anything and everything into her mouth that she can find, and I'm not really sure I want to know what kinds of things I haven't caught her putting in her mouth. Although, if she becomes a spider- and centipede-killer the way cats are supposed to be (if someone would earn her KEEP, I wouldn't have to be training a baby to do these things, CAT), I will be very happy. Provided she does not attempt one of her charming French kisses while still eating a spider. She's very much into the French kisses these days.
Yes, the things The Child will eat:
shoes (OH, NOM NOM SHOES OH I LOVE YOU, SHOES, THE DIRTIER THE BETTER)
dining room floor
her own arm
piano bench leg
anything that tastes of dirt or varnish
The things The Child won't eat:
steamed and mashed sweet peas, prepared lovingly by me
steamed and mashed green beans, prepared lovingly by me
steamed and mashed asparagus, prepared lovingly by me
Are we seeing a pattern here? Dirty, bitter, sour, vinyl or fleshy, she's TOTALLY THERE. Green--whether it be sweet or savory--is the food of THE DEVIL, DON'T MAKE ME EAT IT. Except for avocados. Huge fan of avocados.
I do not think this is my child. I have only encountered three vegetables in my lifetime that I did not like, and one of them is not even green. She'll accept peas if they're mixed with (*huge amounts of) apples or pears. Have not yet tried that with the beans or asparagus.
*So huge that the microscopic amount of vegetable is not even worth the trouble.
Anyhow, my own stomach is, as I said, not in that delicate a condition (yet), but there are a couple things. Wheat bread. I choked two pieces down this morning on the way to church because I was starving but did not have time to get breakfast (this is what I get for putting off piano practice until the morning of). Tasted like cigarette and cat butts. And a few days ago I made a giant batch of hummus. Hummus! It's bland, full of fiber and protein! Can't go wrong! HAHAHAH. It's now sitting in my fridge, taunting me. I can hear it all the way in the living room.
Maybe if I make a giant batch of ice cream and cheeseburgers, I will develop aversions to those, too. We went on a long walk, and the first leg was to the hamburger stand here in town. This tiny little place appears to have nothing--no shops, no clothing stores, no Target, for crying out loud, but tucked away here and there are little gems. One of these is the hamburger stand. I believe I consumed around 1500 calories on our walk. This is okay because while breastfeeding AND pregnant, I get 500-700 (breastfeeding) PLUS 300 (pregnant) extra calories a day. That's 800-1000 calories a day, for free! And today I ate almost nothing until that hamburger fest. So it's all good!
This is what I tell myself.
(I might not be completely wrong, either, because I suddenly started losing weight again, despite my constant, all-consuming hunger)
I need to make a few big batches of food to freeze so James has something to eat over the next few weeks. I've already made a gallon of spaghetti sauce and a bunch of pasta. I need some more recipes that I can make in a crock pot and freeze flat in a bag (tiny freezer). Ideas?
Okay, I was going to write more, but now I'm tired. Good night.