brrrr...

...today is the coldest day of the new autumn/winter season in chicago this year…my hair turned into medusa-like icicles on my brief walk to the metra station…luckily, i found a pair of gloves and a scarf before leaving the apartment…i’ve decided it’s high time i bought a new winter coat, considering i can’t remember the last time i bought one…i’d been avoiding the inevitable in hopes that NOT having a warm coat would force me to move to a warmer, more hospitable climate…alas, i am a home owner now and will most likely be chained to chicago for the foreseeable future…so i might as well buy a decent coat…

it may be butt-cold here, but it sure is sunny…i can only see the left half of my laptop screen (i’m typing this on the train) because of the glare from the sunlight streaming in…i actually had to adjust my margin so that i’m typing on only the left half of the page so i can actually see what i’m doing…this blindingly sunny, frigid weather makes me think we’re gonna have a cold hard winter ahead of us…

so i feel sorry for leaving ted at home with cadence today, and here’s why…i was an idiot on tuesday and forgot to put the milk i’d pumped at work in the fridge that evening and had to throw it all out on wednesday…since i work from home on wednesdays, i couldn’t pump anything and hence poor teddy is stuck home with our baby and no milk…that means he’ll have to give her formula, and she HATES that…she hates the goat milk even more…she’s also been on a bit of a hunger strike lately, mostly in the evenings…i worry because she’s a lean baby as it is, and she flies around the apartment like a little tornado all day, so i have no idea how she’s gonna gain any weight…she apparently hasn’t inherited her mother’s knack for packing on the pounds by merely ogling a kit kat bar…i have a feeling her lack of interest in food may stem from being a bit plugged up…(warning: poop talk about to commence)…i seriously can’t remember the last time i changed a poopy diaper…i’m getting really nervous now because you know that it just gets worse the more time goes by…teddy says he’s going to feed her nothing but prunes until she finally poops…i hope to god we don’t have to stick a suppository up her butt…if it leads to that, her screams will probably cause the neighbors to call DCFS on us…that girl’s got quite the set of lungs, ya know…

who knew that being a parent would mean spending so much time and energy on wishing and praying for your child to poop and calling your spouse every hour to ask "did she poop yet?" and the first thing out your mouth when you come home would be "did she poop today?"

dear lord jesus, please help my poor baby to poop and please don't let it hurt too much...lord knows what a major pain in the ass it is to give birth to a rock through your rear end...