Meriah, the Milk Machine. Oh, Lactating Lassie. I sit on my butt for hours on end and just..froth. Churn it out. After vigorously working on my milk production -which netted just half an ounce TOTAL while in the hospital – I now yield between 3-7 oz each time I milk myself. Or excuse me, pump.
I feel pretty good about it. I guess because I worked so bloody hard to up it up. Pumping every 2-3 hours through the day. Waking up 3x through the night to pump…ooooh yeah! I got to know the evening TV lineup really well. And we don’t have cable.
Which brings me to the subject of TV: I think daytime TV and late-late night TV have a lot in common. They are both shamefully boring and infomercial laden. They seem to be have target audiences that are just dying to go to trade school or send in gold for cash (and what kind of nut would do that? mail off their gold and then later get cash for it?? yeah, RIGHT!). Or want to talk sexytalk via a 900 number. Montel Williams loves both daytime and night. Go, Montel! Push that juicer!
I’m most fond of the late afternoon-early evening programs – which involve solid rounds of cooking. Lidia. Julia. Jacques. And my new fave, Nick Stellino. Have you seen him? At first I just rolled my eyes at his ponytailed “finger walking” but he grew on me. He’s pretty fun.
The thing about all these cooking shows (which are infinitely preferable to say, soap operas or endless news) is that I’m cooking a lot. Bad news right now for my weight. I’m not able to really exercise since I’m not done healing – and I have the baby weight from Micah still on me (yes, Micah!!). It’s just not a good time for me to want to make Italian meatloaf…
It’s so frustrating. Wanting to exercise and not being able to. Cooking and loving the food and feeling guilty about it plus kind of wincing over my reflection in the mirror.
In the meantime, Moxie’s sleeping and I need to pump again.