I asked Tiago which picture he preferred out of two options and he said ‘you’re not posting about your armpit fungus are you?’ It’s awkward, but yes I am.
He said, ‘what has that got to do with motherhood?’
I said, ‘I got it from breastfeeding’. He didn’t seem to believe me, and I might not have done but I’ve never had it before in my life until now…
It does just look like I want to show off my armpit hair. I still feel awkward about it and I can’t even remember how long I’ve had it for now…
Today B and I attended our first baby class in real life (not via Zoom). My two favourite nursing dresses are sleeveless and it was too hot to wear a cardigan, so I decided to try not to care about my hairy pits and put my arms in the air when required. Hopefully the other Mums were just too busy worrying about themselves and their babies, and I’m sure the teacher doesn’t care. I was on the end so random people walking by probably saw too, but oh well.
There are some things that I don’t talk about in my work, and there are also some things that I probably shouldn’t talk about but here I am talking about my armpits.
If I’m this self-conscious about my hair then I should probably get rid of it, but I don’t like shaving them and epilating is too painful. I’m fine if I’m not required to lift my arms above my head, but anyways…
Yes, I do love sarcasm.
It’s not that interesting to look at sorry. It would be better if I had little mushrooms growing there – that would be really cool! Even better if I could fry them up and eat them. Yes, I do feel a little ill now.
Everything was initially booked for the same day, which would have been a lot easier. At least we had some practice in getting out of the flat in time for appointments though.
The paracetamol was for the meningitis B as apparently it’s not very nice, and the oral vaccine was for rotavirus, which I don’t think I have ever heard of.
I think it was more the shock than anything else, but she soon got over it. I knew it was for the best, though it’s still hard to see your baby crying.
Oh yeah I don’t care about baby talking anymore. I think B is trying her hardest to talk back which is cool. It does weird me out thinking that one day we will be having conversations, but I can’t wait! I need to start improving my Portuguese so I will know what her and T are saying…
I didn’t show it straight away, but I suddenly remembered about it and it was a good time to ask about it. I don’t know what I thought it was, but I wasn’t expecting her to say fungus.
Breastfeeding really does make me sweaty so I’m not surprised.
I guess something had to go ‘wrong’ as the birth seemed pretty straightforward in the end. Obviously the hospital stay was a bit rocky, but it feels like old news now.
I definitely have been better now that I have been working on my life balance and know when to take nap (if I can).
Like I have said before I wouldn’t take any chances after a woman opposite me in the ward had a newborn and a 10-month old baby, and she was breastfeeding.
She said she was getting broody by looking at B, but wouldn’t want to be pregnant now as she knows what it is like to not be pregnant during a pandemic. Major respect to anyone who had to look after their kids 24/7 whilst getting on with the rest of their lives at home.
I guess if I am ever pregnant again it will be a different experience, though who knows it might not be…
I really miss going to the supermarket and it was the closest thing to being in one. I went again to get another prescription recently and I bought more discounted food – I can’t help it, I love a bargain! I got chocolate bars and flapjacks. I know, super healthy choices.
It’s nice to have an excuse to talk to strangers and pretend that the world is semi-normal even if we are all wearing masks.
Today it was lovely to just be around so many other Mums and their babies. We met a few people who I’ve only spoken to via WhatsApp and Zoom, so it was nice to finally meet them in real life and have conversations. It’s good to get outside and just feel like life is somewhat ‘normal’ at times.
Lucky me! She doesn’t always sleep when I want her to, but when she does it really is great!
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