Today, just for an adventure and a little much-needed variety, I pried Mia off my boob, put her in the car, and took her to the bank and Starbucks. (I'm still not allowed to lift anything, so I can't move her carseat and therefore our adventure was limited to places with drive-thrus.) I had been a little nervous about driving with Mia in the car, because I am not a very good driver as I tend to forget to pay attention and arrive at my destination with no recollection of how I got there. I think I did pretty well today, although I may have somewhat annoyed my fellow motorists by not once cracking 15 MPH. Come on people, I had my BABY in the car!
The excitement seems to have worn Mia out and she is sound asleep on Chris's lap. This is huge since for the past three days she has screamed any time there wasn't a boob in her mouth. I'm sure I'll be back on duty shortly, but in the meantime I am marveling at the experience of typing with both hands. Much easier this way, you know?
And as a total non sequiter, I would like to offer as evidence that I have a really amazing husband the fact that I have taken a shower every single day since Mia was born. This sometimes means Chris has to face 20 minutes of surprisingly loud screams with no immediate boob access to stop the insanity, but he does it anyway. I feel a little guilty about sneaking off to shower knowing the baby will probably scream the whole time, but I figure a few minutes of unhappiness is better for her than an entire day of cranky, stinky mommy.