Sometimes that’s the only way to get things off your chest. It’s not beautiful, graceful, or eloquent, but it get’s the job done. And let’s face it, it’s time…
Here’s the deal: I’ve been avoiding certain topics for a (long) while now. A LOT has happened since I last posted, but I haven’t been ready to write about any of it. I’m not actually ready now either, but keeping secrets (although fun) isn’t always practical. Sometimes you have to be a little vulnerable. Sometimes you have to face inevitable judgement, whether it’s real or imagined. So I’m coming out of my safe and cozy little bubble to update you. Because it can’t all be the sweet morning snuggles with those two gorgeous boys (above.)
So here goes nothin!
1. Turns out Oliver isn’t allergic to most of the things we thought he was. Not the dog. Not soy. Probably not MOST of it. He is allergic to dairy, we know this for certain. But the rest? Not so much… And it’s embarrassing to admit I was wrong, and even worse that I was sort of conned by a “doctor.” Ugh.
2. I’m vegan now. Mostly. Well, like vegan-light. The Vegan Police will undoubtedly take issue with my diet, as will all my carnivore friends. But this isn’t about conforming to rules, or proving things to the world, or being part of some elite group. This is about my health, and the health of planet. It’s about shrinking my ass, and reducing my risk of heart disease, and doing my part to care for the planet. I’m not going to get preachy or judgy about. I wasn’t even going to tell anyone, but it’s becoming inconvenient when people cook for me and stuff. The good news? Get ready to have your mind blown with new recipes and cookbook reviews. Yep, that’s gonna happen.
3. I was in a car accident. Oliver and I were the only ones in the car, and relatively speaking, we’re okay. Not my fault, no major injuries, and all things considered I’m just happy Oli wasn’t hurt. I suffered a sprained neck and a concussion. I only bring this up because I’m super forgetful and sort of stupid right now (yes, even worse than before,) and it ties into my next item of business. So cut me some slack if I forget to return your calls, or repeatedly ask you the same questions. AND this brings me to…
4. I’m no longer breastfeeding. I plan to write a more detailed explanation soon, but for now I’ll give you the basics. I planned to nurse Oli until he was like 45, or at least 1, but it just didn’t work out that way. I’m taking drugs for my neck that aren’t good for babies, and I don’t have the time to “pump n’ dump” AND care for my family. I feel sad, like I’ve lost something dear to me. And I’m sure the Teat-Nazis will be coming to take me away any day now.
That’s it. And now we can get back to the fun stuff!