Good news! We’re moving to a real-life website, www.MamaWit.com! Check us out over there, and if you don’t mind, comment on a post or two (whether about the post or about the site itself) so that we can see how it works!!
Baba brought home a sack of a new-to-us grain today: buckwheat. We’re used to buckwheat flour, common around here for delicious buckwheat cakes (dipped in honey, yum!), but had never tried the grain itself (called buckwheat “groat” when it’s raw). We’ve been experimenting with various whole grains, eating Hasty Pudding (cooked cornmeal) for breakfast and brown rice with lunch and dinner, so we’re going to mix things up with buckwheat.
I had no idea mothering was such a stinky profession.
I’m not talking about baby poop… Tigger’s exclusively breastfed, so (though Baba would disagree) her diapers smell somewhat pleasant, like yogurt. I’m not talking about spit-up… messy, yes, but stinky, not particularly. I’m talking about myself. Mama. I’m a stinky Mama.
It’s not because I never have time to shower, though some days (weeks…) that is too true. If I had to guess, I’d give pregnancy’s equivalent of “Jesus” as the “Sunday-School answer”: hormones. I don’t know for sure, and have no basis other than the fact that hormones seem to be the scapegoat for everything that goes weird in a woman’s body when it transforms into a mother. Regardless of why it is, it certainly is.
Case study: I just put a shirt in the dirty clothes pile for the third time. In a row. It’s not Tigger’s shirt, it doesn’t have poop or even spit-up on it. It’s mine. And it stinks. Badly. A few hours ago, I picked up this shirt to hang to dry in our guest bedroom Tigger’s room (oh how I would appreciate a balcony!!) and I smelled a not-good smell. “Oh no,” I sighed, “the laundry got musky while it sat in a heap on the toy chest lid for hours waiting as I tried in vain to get Tigger to nap.” But then I put my nose to the pile, and smelled the pleasant fragrance of fresh laundry. Then I recognized the smell. I hope I’m not the only one who has this problem, because putting it online like this is pretty embarassing, but I sweat when I nurse. A lot. My deodorant is useless, Baba’s helps somewhat. I sweat (and I was previously an almost-never-sweats type!), and it stinks. So my shirt stinks. Bad.
Naturally, I had another load of laundry waiting to be done, so I threw the shirt back in, and got it out a few minutes ago. One armpit stunk still, the other was fine. I didn’t check, but since I have one arm where my sweating is… uh… sweatier, I’m sure I know which one.
This is a mostly pointless entry, but I’m putting myself out here with my sweaty stinky Mama secret, so now’s your turn. If you don’t sweat stinkily when you nurse, don’t mention that, but do share your own discoveries that no one told you would happen when you became a mother! We’re all dying to hear (because we have the same problem and thought it was just us)!
Just a quick note to say that I’m laughing over how my pregnancy ticker at the bottom of the blog currently reads, “51 weeks and 1 day pregnant.” Oh, how thankful I am that it is not so!
… as a full Mama, now!
I certainly did not intend to abandon Mama Wit when I actually became a Mama, but if I remember my pre-baby self well, I had no idea how much work newborns can be! Tigger is 12 weeks old and now sleeping consistently at night enough that I think I can carve out at least weekly blogging time. And I’m trying to convince my sister, a Mama three times over, to join me in these witty endeavors. Two sisters, two continents, one name: Mama. Wouldn’t that be fun? (Perhaps someone else can come up with a wittier subline…)
Tigger has taught me so much that I have plenty to share, and I plan to post in the order thoughts come to mind (or jump off the pages of my written journal) because I know from experience that trying to post in order means I’ll never post at all. So stay tuned! And do comment with what you’d like to read about from the past 3+ months, because it just might inspire me to write :-)
Week-by-week photos from my second trimester. See that belly grow!
Daybook Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Outside my window… a surprisingly sunny day!
I am thinking… of how best to enjoy it
I am thankful for… this little wiggly being inside of me
From the kitchen… lots of peanut butter (Smucker’s Natural, my favorite)
I am wearing… maternity clothes my MIL wore when pregnant with my hubby!
I am creating… catch-up blog posts so I won’t feel “already behind” when baby’s born
I am going… to see my good friend Kathleen in just over a week!
I am reading… The Nursing Mother’s Companion (and re-reading most of my other parenting-related books)
I am hoping… for a healthy baby Hope :-)
I am hearing… nothing. Very quiet in here. I’m sure that won’t last long!
Around the house… lots of laundry to wash and last items to get together for baby!
One of my favorite things… baby leggings. they’re so adorable, I’m addicted to knitting them!
A few plans for the rest of the week: laundry, knitting, reading, emailing people
Here is picture for thought I am sharing…
prompts from The Simple Woman’s Daybook
…one of many answers to “what have you been doing!?”
