Hubby's feeling neglected...

The other day, 9 nine month old Mikro was climbing all over me on the couch, when he paused and put his head down on my belly, in such a way that it looked like he was listening to it...

Kev: Watcha doing listening to mommy's belly, Mikro? There's no baby in there yet.

Me: Yet?!? What, you want another one? (Thinking: Whoa, no way, not till the Boy is at least 3 or 4, and not likely even then!)

Kev: At least that way I know I'd get to have sex at least one more time before I die!

Me: Argh.

Let's just say that between breastfeeding the world champion twiddler and a host of horrendously triggering stuff going on in my life that has me borederline insane, getting amorous ain't exactly high on my list at the moment. Poor Kev.

And even without the baby, since the Accident, between pain and PTSD, he doesn't get a whole lotta lovin'.

He was seriously disappointed -- no, actually, pissed-- that we managed to conceive Mikro on the first shot (and yes, I knew exactly when to do the deed with the most probability of success, which he resents somewhat) because he got gypped out of the fun of going on trying... Me, I was just thrilled that it was so easy to get pregnant in our late thirties, because I know alot of other couples, some younger than us, who have not had such an easy time of it...

New Sketches

BTW, I have some new sketches posted on Brushstrokes & Breastmilk.

Whole Lotta Teethin' Goin' On

He's sprouted two new teeth, flanking the bottom middle ones, and thereare all sorts of bumpies in his mouth. It seems like the majority of his teeth are all coming in at once. He is in turns sweet and adorable, then cranky and demanding and miserable.

I haven't been able to sit at the computer for over a week because my back and neck have been horrendously painful. I've been pretty much flat on my back, except for nursing the Boy. Sometimes I just had topick him up, which set my back off again, so its been a vicious cycle of pain, rest, mama agravates her back, more pain, etc. This is what I was afraid of-- the reason I put off having a baby for so long. I truly am not physically well equiped to keep lifting a 19 pounder...

Yes, he's 19 lbs., 3 oz. and 28.5 inches tall and his head is 17 inches around. He's way more interested in cruising and crawling than nursing or eating at the moment, though he absolutely adores yogurt.

He had his nine month well baby visit last week, and all is well, except his bloodwork came up a bit hinky on leukocytes, which the pediatrician said could be due to allergies or a cold, both of which he is just getting over... I am worried, though the doc said not to be... Trying not to, but I have an anxiety disorder. Panic is what I seem to be good at.

Anyway, I am not going to risk sitting much longer, because my back and neck are starting to remind me of what will happen if I overdo it... I have alot of catching up to do, online and off. My house is a total mess, and if I can't at least straighten up a bit soon, I will go stark raving mad from the claustrophobia of being surrounded by all our stuff...

Thank You, HaloScan!

For picking up the comments for all previous Blogspeak users after Blogspeak encountered hosting problems and the comments went kaputt. I finally got the problem fixed. Yeehah!

Now maybe I'll feel more like blogging.

Actually, things have just been insane here, and I haven't had time or the physical ability to sit at the computer...

More on that later. I have one other blog to fix... And a hungry baby who wants my immediate attention.

Further Doggie Depradation

My dear dog has now added to the tally of destruction: one full sized mattress. Argh! She has to be the most expensive free dog ever!