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We have had issues with eating out with Cara since she was a tiny infant.  Actually, that’s not totally right.  Other people have had issues with us eating out with Cara since she was a tiny infant.

When Cara was an itty bitty baby, I would breastfeed her when we went to dinner.  Since I hadn’t yet really gotten into the groove of the whole “breastfeeding in public” thing, I was VERY discreet and would request a booth in the back [and how about a curtain while you're at it].  Despite my shame tinged REALLY covered up breastfeeding, I got a myriad of nasty looks and whispers and a lot of shaking of heads.

The enormity of what we’re about to undertake is about to drive me crazy.

This kid’s due to be born sometime in September and I just can’t seem to get my head around that fact.  I look at our place and the absolute lack of any baby stuff.  I keep getting bogged down with all of the details and logistics of having a newborn along with a toddler.

I keep going from utter elation one minute to total despair and gut wrenching fear.

One thing that sucks about me being pregnant right now is the fact that Cara’s not weaned.

She had cut herself down to one real feeding when she woke up and one real feeding right before bed and then she would nurse when she woke up in the middle of the night. In addition to the real feedings, she would graze several times a day for maybe five minutes at a time.

I had planned on fully weaning her before we moved home but now it’s a necessity.

Dear YouTube,

I love you.

You have given my daughter, my husband, and me hours and hours of enjoyment.

But, I’m pretty pissed off at you right now.

The League of Maternal Justice posted a breastfeeding montage on your site in response to Facebook banning a picture of a woman breastfeeding her child.

It was a nice video. No bare boobs, nothing offensive.

For some reason, you’ve banned our video. I say “our” because my daughter and I were in the video. No warning, no reason. You just banned it.

We’re not really a vacation kind of family.

I’m sure well will be once Cara gets older, but up until around this time last year, it was just Tucker and me. Our lazy asses preferred to sit on the couch and save the cash that we would have spent on a trip.

All that being said, we did take a family “vacation” last Christmas; the grandparents were almost rabid with their desire to see Cara. [they could have cared less about seeing us]

And, I was dreading it.

There is some major breastfeeding drama afoot.

Applebee’s stepped in it here and the incident has spawned video reactions, blog entries and general bad press.

Then, Facebook banned a picture of a mother breastfeeding because it was “obscene“. That action has also caused an uproar and even the creation of a website calling for people to delete their Facebook accounts.

Way to go Applebee’s and Facebook. You have just officially pissed off a group of women who are bat shit crazy. We boob women go from serenely nursing our children to organized in about two seconds when someone does something like these two companies did.

I just received an email with a funny [and very true] list of breastfeeding “terms” with definitions; I had to share them here.

The Boob Lift – The unconscious lifting of your breasts to check which is fuller. It may be done at any time regardless of where you are or whom you’re talking to.

The Nursing Flip – The action of adjusting you and your baby to make ready for nursing. This means moving your T-shirt off your butt, doing the “boob lift”, putting the baby in the crook of your arm and unlatching your bra, all in about 15 seconds with no attention taken away from your previous task.

Does this picture offend you?

I really can’t decide, so I want you guys to decide for me. [ok…not really]

Whether you formula feed or breastfeed, you can’t deny the superiority of breastmilk to formula.

I’m not passing judgment.

I’m not pointing fingers.

I’m just stating a fact.

From an advertising standpoint, this ad works…unless it pisses you off and then it’s a failure.

But, it does its job. Right? It makes you stop and think. It’s obviously a conversation starter or I wouldn’t be writing about it. Good job, Office on Women’s Health.

I quit my birthcontrol yesterday.

NO, I am NOT trying to get pregnant again. Not yet anyway.

I guess a bit of back story is in order.

I had Cara in November of 2006. [That sounds like so long ago!]

The “baby weight” came off almost immediately and after a couple of months, the ole body was able to fit into “normal” clothes again.

Around June, I started taking birthcontrol. [the Minipill]

After about a month of being on “the pill”, I noticed that I was gaining wight. Granted, it wasn’t five pounds a week or anything, but any gain is too much in my book.

Cara and I got up a bit late today (7:30) and for some reason, I was in a rip roaring mood to cook us bacon and eggs.

You know what I’m talking about. Fry the bacon up until it’s golden and then you plop in a couple of eggs until the edges are crisp. My mouth is watering as I type this.

Apparently the bacon gods weren’t having it.

I had everything ready to go. My cast iron skillet was warming up and the eggs were patiently waiting on the counter.