Day 2 (Skin Checks & Spit Up Baths)

Day 2

6AM
The alarm (aka Baby Girl) goes off at 6 AM again. We do our feeding and I get ready for work much quicker this time. I kiss her and MJ good-bye and head out ot the highway of death. I feel less freaked on the road this time, but still curse the crazy whack jobs as they whiz by.

8AM
I get to work and start talking shop w/ my manager. Thank God my business trip to Florida is canceled. However within the same breath he tells me I'll be going to Missouri in June. At least in Florida I could have done some shopping to take my mind off being away from the family. What the hell is there to do in Missouri? Wrangle some steer? I guess I won't be needing a pedi for that trip.

Noon
Pumping goes much better today. No reclining. However, I laugh as I leave the lactation room as there is a conference room full of people having a meeting. Having the lactation room across from a meeting rooms is like a cruel joke. It's makes me want to say to them: "Hi! I'm pumping! Isn't amazing how my breasts go from porntastic when I enter the room to just plain big when I leave? Enjoy your meeting! Cream for your coffee? (Ew sorry)" I also wonder if they can her that ever similar-to-a-vibrator sound coming from the lacation room. Then, I start to wonder if anyone has ever actually snuck a vibrator in there. I mean, who would ever know the difference? (For the record- I'm not thinking of taking one in there. But I do know the freaks that work here).

3:00 PM
It's a quick day b/c I get to leave early for a dermatologist appointment. I have to travel for Scottsdale for business next month, and am going to Cabo, Mexico for pleasure in May. Since I could easily be cast as a vampire extra on "True Blood" or "Twilight", I think it's a good idea to have my skin checked before frying it in the sun. As I walk in, I give a nod to the plastic surgeon next door as to say "I'll be seeing you in a few years after my last kid is born." As my girl Theresa on The Real Housewives of NJ would say "I'm gonna need my bubbies done." I can only imagine how my girls are going to look after another kid or two.

I sit there waiting for the Ice Queen dermatologist to come in and see me. She doesn't exactly have that warm and fuzzy feeling about her. I look down and I see that I'm leaking milk and have two nice, round, wet, stains on my gown. It looked hot. She comes in, starts the exam and says "Your breasts are engorged." I think "No, shit? I thought I just had sweaty nipples that cause random stains." She does her thing. She basically yells out terms such as "normal yada yada on her lower flank..." like I'm cattle getting ready for the fair. It ends up that my skin is great and has a great pale lucidity about it (ie I haven't seen the sun in about 3 months). However, I do have post partum dandruff. Seriously? Don't the crazy hormonal side effects ever go away? Nope.

9PM
MJ and I are watching "The Proposal." I'm feeling bitter as I watch Sandra Bullock's skinny body half naked on the screen. My pre-baby body seems like a distant memory. Baby Girl sits there on my lap being beyond cute. I have her stripped down to her diaper so she didn't fall asleep at the last feeding. I swear that's when she's at her cutest w/ all of those rolls on her legs. It's funny how I want to get rid of the rolls yet celebrate my daughter's. After 30 some minutes of her smiling at me and making some of her first ever "coos", she decides to projectile spit up all down my back. She nailed me good. I actually felt the baby puke go down my back, through my pj bottoms and down my butt crack. Talk about that not so fresh feeling. Now, MJ finds this great b/c she got him pretty good earlier. As soon as I clean her up, she nails me down the front. Now I've got curdled milk running down my chest and onto my leg. She seems unphased as though it's a normal part of life. I guess to her it is. I change my pj's, clean her up, and sit back down on the couch. I sit right in a pile of spit up that I some how missed. Awesome. I'm glad we didn't buy that new living room set yet.

It's time for bed.