quick takes

My son has had 4 poopy diapers today, including the one he's walking around in right now that I haven't changed because you never know if he's done or not, and he's only smelled for the past 3 minutes.

My left breast has begun leaking, either when pressure is accidentally applied (like 5 minutes ago when my 13 month old son tried to climb the couch, using me as a stepladder) or when it just plain feels like it. I'm taking it with a kind of weary amusement. I'm going to be leaking for the forseeable future, I might as well get used to it.

Day before yesterday I spent literally the entire day with a headache and nausea. I never took anything for the headache because it was really low-key and only bugged me when I paid attention to it, but the nausea was obnoxious and wouldn't go away for anything. Yesterday I felt fabulous, and actually managed to take a walk around the neighborhood in the spectacular weather. Today, the headache is back only a lot worse, ditto the nausea.

This morning I bawled for 5 minutes because my son wanted to play with me. I just wanted him to leave me alone and quit poking me in the face.

I have a craft table. The only time my son absolutely must have my attention is when I am sitting at it. His clever plan for getting my attention is to pull my shirt up far enough to expose a couple inches of skin and start biting me. It's annoying but also hysterically funny, because when I was in high school my cat did the EXACT SAME THING whenever I sat at the computer.

I have 8 weeks until my due date. It feels like an eternity. At the same time, it feels unreal. How on earth am I going to manage 2 small children, one of which is 110% dependent on me? And how am I going to do it with my husband working full time, in school full time, and me starting school myself at the end of August? Granted it'll only be halftime at first, but still. I must be insane.

The insanity, thankfully, has limits, because I am being a sensible adult and getting a Mirena IUD at my postpartum checkup. I've spent most of marriage pregnant, I am DONE for the next few years. Unless I feel a pressing need to reproduce further, it'd be nice to never be pregnant again. Pregnancy sucks!!!!!!!

I'm making a scrapbook of my son's 1st year, to be presented to my mother on Mother's Day. I'm like, 2 photos short, so I have to finish MY scrapbook of my son's first year, so that I know which pictures don't make it into mine and can thus migrate to hers. I know, I'm a horrible selfish person. I did put one of his hospital bracelets in her book, though (he had 2) so I'm not all bad. And her scrapbook is prettier than mine, because when I started mine I was entirely clueless and thus much ugliness abounds. But I'm keeping it as is because a) I'm lazy and b) it's good to keep track of one's creative progress.

DS is trying to steal the laptop. Please excuse me while I teach him The Way Of Truth (Misbehavior Is Annoying).