I'm feeling much more positive today. This, of course, has nothing to do with the fact that I'm getting a few hours to myself. Nothing at all. It also surely has nothing to do with the father of the spawnlings bringing me a Tim Hortons coffee after seeing Intrepid onto the school bus.
Oh, and it's payday, which means I can do more bargain hunting for baby. And I'm going to visit a friend for a relaxing afternoon.
Am I the same person who was so miserable yesterday? Step aside, Sybil. The many faces of Maven are very apparent at the end of the third trimester.
It's going to be a good day. Good, but hot. I'm contemplating flipping on the central air before I leave this morning, but I don't want to be a wuss. It's going to cool right down this evening, so a few hours of hot shouldn't justify using up more electricity. Our bill for the last two months was over $200. Welcome to pregnancy in the summer, baby.
I'm still somewhat itchy, so I'm trying to be good to my liver by eating very basic foods. This morning I had an apple, some raisins and half a whole wheat bagel with light cream cheese. That should tide me over for a good while. Half an hour, maybe? My inner boy likes his food and a lot of it! I suspect there will be many lengthly nursing sessions when he's born.
The Madre keeps making sarcastic remarks about how Gutsy nursed until he was three (or 12 as she puts it, but really it was 3 1/2. He weaned from his last one or two sessions per day when I became pregnant and lost the rest of my milk). She's half joking, of course. Once upon a time she was a paediatric nurse, so surely she recognizes how great it is to let children self-wean and notices how remarkable her breastfed grandchildren are in every way (perfect milk from a perfect mother makes perfect children, naturally - if this is your first time reading my blog, please do not read any other posts about the greml... er, the boys, and blindly trust that they are, indeed, perfect).
Anyway, mom, I've been giving this a lot of thought and I think this one deserves to be breastfed even longer. I have an image to uphold, being one who is trained in lactation and spouts the reasons why babies deserve to get their mother's milk. So here's my plan:
Breastfeed until he's out of elementary school.
Whip out Ye Olde Pumpe and send him to high school with a canteen full of the good stuff. He can share with his friends and we can conduct experiments on how much better they do on their finals than the deprived kids who don't have expressed breastmilk for lunch.
Ship him care packages that include bags of frozen milk while he's in university. He'll need the EFAs to help him finish his PhD, after all.
Heck, I could just keep on pumping and store some up for his future children, too. Nothing like grandma's stash for when the grandbabies are visiting! It saves their mom from having to think ahead before dropping them off for a weekend.
The bonus to this scheme is that I would have nice, full breasts well into my 60's. 'Benefits of breastfeeding for moms' takes on a whole new meaning!
Seriously though... I wonder how long it'll be before women can make a real profit selling their breastmilk to other adults? I hear that it's happening now, but it's definitely not common yet. I give it ten years. I don't know if I'd want to drink some strangers breastmilk, but I suppose I don't know any of the cows who make the cheese I eat right now, either. Food for thought. Or milk for thought, anyway. Maybe I should keep up my supply for the next decade and go into business. Hrmm...I sense a mooooovement in the wind.
Oh, and it's payday, which means I can do more bargain hunting for baby. And I'm going to visit a friend for a relaxing afternoon.
Am I the same person who was so miserable yesterday? Step aside, Sybil. The many faces of Maven are very apparent at the end of the third trimester.
It's going to be a good day. Good, but hot. I'm contemplating flipping on the central air before I leave this morning, but I don't want to be a wuss. It's going to cool right down this evening, so a few hours of hot shouldn't justify using up more electricity. Our bill for the last two months was over $200. Welcome to pregnancy in the summer, baby.
I'm still somewhat itchy, so I'm trying to be good to my liver by eating very basic foods. This morning I had an apple, some raisins and half a whole wheat bagel with light cream cheese. That should tide me over for a good while. Half an hour, maybe? My inner boy likes his food and a lot of it! I suspect there will be many lengthly nursing sessions when he's born.
The Madre keeps making sarcastic remarks about how Gutsy nursed until he was three (or 12 as she puts it, but really it was 3 1/2. He weaned from his last one or two sessions per day when I became pregnant and lost the rest of my milk). She's half joking, of course. Once upon a time she was a paediatric nurse, so surely she recognizes how great it is to let children self-wean and notices how remarkable her breastfed grandchildren are in every way (perfect milk from a perfect mother makes perfect children, naturally - if this is your first time reading my blog, please do not read any other posts about the greml... er, the boys, and blindly trust that they are, indeed, perfect).
Anyway, mom, I've been giving this a lot of thought and I think this one deserves to be breastfed even longer. I have an image to uphold, being one who is trained in lactation and spouts the reasons why babies deserve to get their mother's milk. So here's my plan:
Breastfeed until he's out of elementary school.
Whip out Ye Olde Pumpe and send him to high school with a canteen full of the good stuff. He can share with his friends and we can conduct experiments on how much better they do on their finals than the deprived kids who don't have expressed breastmilk for lunch.
Ship him care packages that include bags of frozen milk while he's in university. He'll need the EFAs to help him finish his PhD, after all.
Heck, I could just keep on pumping and store some up for his future children, too. Nothing like grandma's stash for when the grandbabies are visiting! It saves their mom from having to think ahead before dropping them off for a weekend.
The bonus to this scheme is that I would have nice, full breasts well into my 60's. 'Benefits of breastfeeding for moms' takes on a whole new meaning!
Seriously though... I wonder how long it'll be before women can make a real profit selling their breastmilk to other adults? I hear that it's happening now, but it's definitely not common yet. I give it ten years. I don't know if I'd want to drink some strangers breastmilk, but I suppose I don't know any of the cows who make the cheese I eat right now, either. Food for thought. Or milk for thought, anyway. Maybe I should keep up my supply for the next decade and go into business. Hrmm...I sense a mooooovement in the wind.