Last week sucked. Sucked! It was one of those weeks where by Friday, I was ready to curl up into a ball and  guzzle a bottle of wine. Have you seen those shirts that say, "I can't adult today. Don't make me adult"? That was my whole week. Each morning I'd wake up and just not at all want to adult in any way, shape or form. Let's go back to the very beginning.. (Yes, I am singing like Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music.)

Ready for fall weather! (And CO) Loving the cooler mornings

I mentioned last week that I had an appointment on Monday about switching birth control for weening off breast milk and that the POP (progesterone only pill) is only effective while I breast feed. I am SO glad we are moving because I really am not too sure about my doctor out here. I don't really know why I exactly am not too fond of him, but I feel like every time I'm in there, I question his credentials. To sum things up, I'm back on.... The Pill (cue lightening and thunder).

Why? Well, he didn't really talk to me about my other options so I figured, hey.. WTH, I'm used to it. Why not? (Plus, it'll be easier to establish long-term bc with my new doctor when we move if this doesn't work out). I told him why I didn't like the last pill I was on--it made me so uptight and easily flustered at everything and I didn't feel like myself anymore rather a hormonal shell of myself. Not to mention I had no cycle, more like a civil war down there. (I won't paint any further pictures out there). He told me that the pill is usually set up to mimic one's hormones, so it varies each week. I learned something new! He told me he'd give me a kind that won't vary as much and will stay consistent until that last week (the iron pill week). Interesting! He also said that any birth control will take anywhere from 2-3 months to adjust to my body so I may not have a normal cycle or even feel normal for that long of time.

Wow! I learned some interesting things in that appointment. So why am I hesitant about him? Okay, here's a little shout out right now to any doctor with the ability to prescribe birth control to anyone (cause we all know doctors take time out of their busy days to read my blog). Always, ALWAYS tell a woman that she needs a second form of birth control for that first month when switching over. ALWAYS. I know of way too many birth control babies from college because of this, so I brought it up. I asked if I need second protection during the switch. His response, "Yeah.. we're supposed to say you need a back up for the first month. Will you need it? There's a chance. You'll probably be fine without it, but we're supposed to tell people use it for a month." NO NO NO NO NO. Do not tell patients, "You'll probably be fine without it." NO NO. (Of course, these are words coming from a man.) I am in your office for BIRTH CONTROL meaning I am taking measures to prevent more children from popping out of my uterus. Don't use words like "probably" and "maybe" and "supposed to". Just tell people, "Yes, you need a back up for a month." And also, START that conversation. Don't wait for the patient to start it with you. OH MY GOODNESS! I've done my research on birth control so for me, I was already planning on back up for a month, but there are so many uneducated women out there who don't know this and if doctors don't tell them, then they won't know!!! GAH okay, this little rant is over. Just always double book when switching BC.

Practicing weening. This boy eats everything! 

I've only been on the pill since Wednesday, but so far so good! Back to the part about my crappy week. I leave the drs office and head towards the pharmacy on base to pick up my new rx. I get there and the place is packed! I was number c566 and they were only on c505 when I got there. Not to mention those in uniform get priority when they all decided to show up after work. I was in there waiting for 90 minutes! Thankfully, G was able to come to my appointment after work and pick up Ry, so I spend the whole time doing laps around the hospital, since I was obviously going to miss going to the gym, putting my baby to sleep, and dinner. It was so crappy!

It's okay cause the next day, my phone fell out of my pocket on the concrete stairs outside and shattered my phone. It still works and I can see around the cracks, but it's terrible timing because we're trying to use out money towards this move (we need to put new tires on G's truck), budget since we'd been tight on cash lately, plus, my bday is coming up in a few weeks. The last thing I want to spend $ on right now is a stupid smart phone. I'm going to wait until we get to CO because we're debating switching from AT&T to Verizon when G's contract expires or not. Out here, we get a TON of dropped calls and I'm constantly having texts not go through. It's frustrating when you pay so freaking much for a cell phone service that fails you (AT&T is desperate enough though that they lowered our bill because of it, which was actually pretty cool of them.) So I don't want to commit to anything right now until we see what kind of service we'll have out there.

Okay, so a three hour day at the drs and a shattered phone really isn't that terrible of a week. I was just so tired all week and my spirits were killed from a rough start. I also think I'm fighting a cold or something cause my sinuses are active in the mornings/nights again and my body keeps wanting to sleep it off. Yesterday morning, I woke up and literally fell back asleep watching Ry play. Not for long. I was so wiped that I passed out on the floor. Oops. #mommyfail?

Speaking of mommy fail... here's mine. Tuesday was the day that my phone shattered and I couldn't seem to get anything right. Ry and I go to the library for our weekly Mommy and Baby library session. At the end, the kids are playing. He pretty much tramples a girl and starts climbing over her legs. I tried to help him by giving his legs a boost to get over her leg, and he rocks forward and completely bangs his head on the ground. I pretty much just pushed him over.. He starts bawling and immediately got a giant egg on his head. Poor kid, I felt absolutely horrible. I should have just let him continue to tramper that stranger child. Oh well..

My little minion-ha! And check out that bump on the head.. 

I got back into running this week. My body is very out of shape for that. It's amazing how a month off can set you back so much. Actually, I got back into working out more than 2 times a week, which is probably why my body is so tired right now, but in a good way. I'm doing this thing where I'm trying not to be lazy-especially since the weather has been cooler in the mornings (although we got back into the 90s this weekend, ugh). This includes walking the dogs around a little more than just poop-and-go-back-inside and taking Ryan out to the parks to play and just staying busy and keeping Ry moving.

Of course, I'm keeping up with my AH-MAH-ZING What to Expect book and they give all kinds of fun activities to give a toddler exercise. One was to make a pillow pile on the floor and have him climb. He didn't really like that. It was more similar to a foam pit that sucks you in the more you squirm. He did however like it when daddy would toss him into the pillow pile (a game that gave mommy a heart attack).

Ry did the cutest thing ever yesterday. Right now, he's in the kissing phase. We were sitting at the table stuffing our faces with chips and queso and the dogs, of course, were laying at our feet in case we dropped anything. Ryan comes over, looks at Cato, bends down and gives him a sloppy open-mouthed kiss on the nose, then giggled feverishly. Cato is the only dog of the three who is nurturing enough to allow this, so Ryan bent down and did it again. He probably gave him a total of four kisses, followed by endless giggles while Cato sat gently and appreciated it. Ry even pet him afterwards. It was so silly and unexpected that I was crying laughing at his cuteness. I'm always extremely cautious with him around the dogs. It's Denali and Belle that would have moved to the opposite side of the room before the even saw him coming. And I'm okay with that.

At the mall play ground. Giving kisses to the caterpillar.. 

Oh, one thing to bring up... my baby is a boy!!! I dress Ryan up in boy clothes. He's always wearing blue or sports or just little boy clothes and I have so many people come up and call him a her. Excuse me! If I had a girl, she'd be in tutus and glitter. I don't understand how people are confused.

Ry in his track suit! He got confused as a girl in this.. Ugh.

I think this week's focus will be on getting the weening process going even further and having him drink some whole milk instead of breast milk. It's so routine to nurse him that sometimes I forget that I'm trying to cut back. It's instinct. Hungry baby, boob. I keep forgetting he can go eat an actual meal. It'll be one more thing for me to perfect. I know this post hasn't been too exciting, but neither has my life, so deal with it! But thanks for reading, my people. It makes me feel better about the fact that I have zero time to call everyone I know and say HI. xoxo ~M