Let's Talk About Hormones

Shall we?

Because, I'm sick of thinking about work and buying and selling houses and Josh is sick with the flu and the boys are in bed and so why not? I mean, I'm just sitting here alone in my pj's with a pint of Ben & Jerry's half baked when I should be sleeping, so I might as well, all things considered.

To begin, I think it's safe to say Oren is officially weaned. We stopped nursing on the 1st of this month and haven't looked back since. One week later, bam! Everything is back in working order. The human body is an amazing thing, I must say. But this also means I'm back to my old, pathetic, emotional, cry at EVERYTHING self. Allow me to illustrate:

Exhibit A. This post made me weep. Not just cry, WEEP. I'm telling you what. I haven't sobbed that hard since I read the Joy Luck Club. (omg the part where she has to abandon her babies on the side of the road because she's too sick to go on? Forget about it. FORGET. ABOUT. IT. I'm still traumatized.)

Exhibit B. Abby and I were discussing my instagram feed (as you do) and we realized about 90% of the people I follow I do so solely for the purpose of oogling their cute babies. That's pretty much all my instagram has become useful for. If one considers an on demand supply of random stranger-baby photos useful, that is. (p.s. If you're not following Amelia's blog and/or instagram feed you are missing out on literally, and I do mean literally, because I've checked, THE cutest baby in the world. And I'm allowed to say that because I don't have any babies any more (wahhhh!) But, oh that Ralphie, he's a dreamboat!)

Exhibit C. I bought some baby girl shoes off the internet. No, seriously. And I know what you're thinking, because then it would make sense (!) but I'm not pregnant, nor will I be anytime soon. I think with all the house stuff going on if I were to become pregnant Josh might actually have an aneurism. I'd give it a good 80% chance of happening and since I love my husband dearly, no. No plans for that anytime in the near future. But, in my defense, these shoes were ones I first saw made by a blogger/shoe designer I follow as a cool little design challenge she did for her blog. They were never meant to be for sale but I loved how they looked so much that I even emailed her and suggested she sell them. Well, apparently so did a lot of other people (they're that good!) and now, over a year later, they suddenly popped up in her shop and were 25% off! How could I resist? I don't know if I'll have another baby someday, particularly a girl for that matter, but I had to get them juuuuust in case. Besides, I would like to let it be known that this is also a bribe I'm throwing out there to all of our brothers and sisters so that they know that whichever one of them has the first baby girl in the family and finally makes me an aunt gets the shoes if I'm not using them. Let the races begin! Anyway, yeah, I'm now the proud(?) owner of a pair of size 4 toddler girl shoes. And that's where my hormones have taken me this month, folks!

No wait, actually this where they've taken me.

but, I mean, pretty cute though, right?