Have I told you lately that I love you?
Or that I have Rod Stewart trapped in the recesses of my brain. What can I say, it’s a strange and musical place.
The point is I miss you guys, and I desperately miss blogging. Sure, sure I still chime in weekly for our little link up party, but it’s not the same as penning a brand new post fraught with funny, a dash of creativity and a dollop of food. Alright fine, it’s pretty damn similar, although I’m looking to mix things up and pump up the volume (♫ dance, dance ♫). As such, I decided to dip my toe back in the proverbial blogging pond with a Currently post. How very scintillating, I know.
Current Book: most nights I fall into bed and pass out with Oscar on my chest in a matter of seconds. When I do manage to read a page, or two if I’m really lucky, it’s from Voyager, the third book in the Outlander series.
Current Triumphs: giving birth to a tiny human. Sexual education aside, I still have moments where I wonder how I got here.
Current Non-Guilty Pleasure: the occasional nip of wine or sip of beer. Something has gotta keep me sane because Rod Stewart isn’t cutting it. I blame his hair.
Current Indulgence: long, hot showers. Along with the booze, it’s my only escape. Perhaps I should get really crazy and combine the two, although I certainly wouldn’t want to water down my cocktail.
Current Drink: speaking of which, H2O is my drink of choice. Breastfeeding makes you thirstier than a backed up biddy pounding prune juice like it’s her job.
Current Food: all the eggs. For unknown reasons, I shied away from these guys the last few months of my pregnancy, and now I’m making up for lost time; plus protein Bro. #poundschest
Current Obsession: tracking the timing of Ave’s meals, which translates to my breasts. I’ve been trying to get a sense of when she eats and how often she feeds only to realize there’s very little predictability. I’m debating between plugging the numbers into an excel spreadsheet so I can create a graph or ditching them altogether.
Current Bane of Existence: a complete and total lack of sleep. I’m averaging about two hours a session, although last night I got a dismal three hours in a combined four staggered naps. Suddenly Rod Stewart makes a whole lot of sense; even his hair.
Current Excitement: my asparagus plant is coming back strong and sexy. Also, he’s purple and that makes me happy. It’s the little things.
Current Confession: I can shoot milk out of my nipples. What’s your super power?
Current Wish List: a solid stretch of sleep. I’d swoon over four consecutive hours.
Current Blessing: there’s really no other answer. Ten fingers, ten toes and a very healthy set of lungs.
Current Needs: my needs these days are pretty basic.
Current Thankfulness: friends and family who feed me. I’m fortunate to have wonderful people in my life.
Current Fear: I have a recurring nightmare where I fall asleep with the baby in our bed, only to wake up and realize Ave is in her crib, where she spends every night, and I’m cradling Oscar. He doesn’t seem to mind though.
Current Epiphany: this whole life with a tiny human business is going to get more manageable. It has to, otherwise people wouldn’t do this multiple times. Either that or Rod Stewart really has brainwashed us all.
Current Laughs: Friends. This show is ridiculously funny.
Current Links: my newborn’s hair is falling out or she’s channeling a Buddhist monk. The latter could be kind of interesting; maybe it’s all that yoga I used to do.
Current Mood: hormonal. One minute I’m ecstatic and the next I’m weeping; comes with the territory they say.
Your turn. What’s Currently going on in your world? Current book? Current obsession? Current confession? Current mood? Tell me what it feels like to sleep again. Let me live vicariously through you.