Saturday at Home & the Decision

Mario had work to do in the morning. So I lazied in bed after he left, fell asleep again, and woke up around 10am with the girls. I fed them both then Aly watched Noggin while Emily cooed in her bassinet. I finally had the chance to make myself some French toast and decaf coffee. I started cleaning up a bit. It was the first time I could actually freely walk around with little to no pain in my abdomen. Mary was doing my laundry. I swept and was gonna mop, but she didn’t let me. She practically cleaned the whole house, including my closet where Mario dumped everything after starting his newest project: moving all the wires, game equipment, phone, etc. into our bedroom closet, which is right behind the living room wall. He wanted nothing on the TV wall but the TV and wanted to eliminate the entertainment center so hence the reason he was doing all this.

Big Mario had the girls so I started putting my new pack of 316 pictures into my albums when I was at their house, finally. I’m gonna need another album. Now I want to go to Ross to get one. Too bad I can’t drive yet.

Jorge almost smacked me for carrying the stack of albums back to the house when I was done. I got dressed, since everyone was coming over for a cookout. I’m looking a little less chunky, although I’m still wearing my maternity pants since my incision still feels sore when I apply pressure. The good thing is, the pants are maternity and post-maternity so you can’t tell ;). I kept sneaking peeks in to make sure there weren’t any shoes on the sofas LOL.

I swaddled Emily up really well and joined everyone outside. I had a house-full of boys; my kids, the cousins and the neighborhood boys were all playing video games in the living room. Then Sammy linked his Xbox with ours from my bedroom, so there were more boys in there.

Mario worked till late, so he missed the whole bar-b-q. Circuit City was closing, so his boss was buying the displays and equipment for cheap and the guys were helping him disassemble everything and move it to the shop. It took forever.

I came inside when everyone was going home. Mario called that he was on his way home an hour later, and would I like something from the store since he was buying beer. I’d been craving a pint of ice cream (I swear I crave more things after pregnancy than during and that’s bad!). I’d been eating very well just to have that pint. He gets home and all he has is beer in his hands. He forgot about my ice cream :(. He always does that!!

I’ve decided to stop breastfeeding, as guilty as I feel, since my back and chest hurt so much and no matter how much I pump, it doesn’t make a difference. I even put Emily to the breast, which almost made me chew off my arm since she can’t latch on well, and nothing. I feel so awful about this, but my body feels miserable. I can feel the glares and hear the rude, unsolicited advice already.