On an up note, I am starting to get myself ramped back up to go to grad school. When I was 23 I sat down on a Saturday night and planned out my life and all of the things I wanted to do by a certain time. Some of them I have completed (live in another country). There are two big ones that are still sticking out at me that I haven't even touched.
The first is to publish one of the myriad of books that are floating around in my head (so I'm going to kick NaNoWriMo's ass this year as a jumpstart). The second is to get three advanced degrees; a something (masters? phd?) in medieval/early modern European history, a MBA, and go to Seminary for a M.Div. I want to get started on one of these in 2014.
I was ready to start Seminary last year, but then the whole pregnancy thing happened. I'm pretty convinced that Seminary is something I want to do in person, not online, so I'm checking out online courses for the other two right now, because I don't think I'm going to get to go to school in person for quite some time. I was looking at online courses in different universities and found that Cambridge has an online continuing education department that offers really cool online courses (not the masters I want, but it's a start). So starting in January I'll be taking an online course from the university in my favorite British city on the early Tudors. How cool will that be?
Speaking of the early Tudors, I checked out the download statistics on my English Renaissance podcast today, and I'm seriously pissed off at myself. Over 2000 people download that sucker each day and I can't get my ass together to do a new episode. Seriously, what is my problem. That's a rhetorical question. Note to self: publish new English Renaissance podcast within the next two weeks. (I know some of you got here through the link on that blog - welcome, and I apologize for my habitual suckiness, and I promise to get my shit together here soon).
Ok, so without further ado, here's the snapshot of my life last night into this morning. Given that I spend so much time pumping, I was thinking I should have some kind of TV show: The Pumping Diaries, and it would be all about the things I do while I'm pumping. Like pluck my eyebrows. And chop carrots. And take a bath. Fold laundry. Seriously, the list is endless.
7:30: start to put H down. Bottle, story, cuddles. Hoping for a bath at 8.
7:45: H screaming with really bad gas. Babies don't understand gas obviously and it really freaks them out and scares them.
Put h in the big bed and lay with her, burping her, pumping her legs to help get the gas out, rubbing her belly.
8:15: h still crying and upset. Put on the white noise machine that soothes her, bring her back out into the living room to put her in her swing, which also helps.
8:45: h falls asleep in swing. bath
9:20: 20 minutes of pumping.
9:45: wash all bottles and pumping parts. Set out fresh pumping parts for overnight pumps. Get her first overnight feed ready so we can just grab it (breast milk can be left out for up to 4-6 hours.
10:00 put h down in her bassinet.
10:15: I go to bed
1:15: wake up to h making hungry noises. Feed. Then go out to living room and pump for 15 minutes. Wash pump parts and get second feed ready and fresh parts laid out for next pump session.
2:00: back to bed
4:30 h hungry. Same as earlier... feed, pump, wash stuff, get next feed ready.
5:15: back to bed
5:45: h starts making wake-up noises. Doze through it for a while.
6:45: get up with her when she starts crying for real. Sit and help her with her gas. Bicycle her legs. Massage her belly. Talk to j about calling the doctor since she hasn't pooped in a day and might be constipated. Feed her. Spend 20 minutes burping her. Change diaper. Play goofy games to make her smile.
8:15 put her in swing so I can pump. Wash parts. Etc. (Pumping is every 3-4 hours to keep supply up).
She fell asleep in swing so I nap on couch for 40 minutes.
9:25: she starts crying again. Get j to handle. I sit in a bath for 15 minutes with a cup of coffee. Bliss. Keep hearing her cry so put my head under the water.
10am: I start work.
10am: I start work.
Yep, this is life. We tried for years to get this, so I ain't complaining. But I sure would love to feel rested again in this lifetime.