So today is Saturday: formerly known as the day Joey and I sleep in and cuddle. After a night of several baby wake-ups, I was really hoping the boys would quickly go back to sleep to let the moms sleep in to the slothful hour of 9AM. Of course they did not oblige but had us up for the day at 8. My thought: “we are not the people we used to be.”
Cue new daily routine of pumping, diapering, cuddle time, etc. And THEN came the moment that reminds me that Joey and I will in fact retain our old selves.
I went to the bathroom and found bountiful cervical mucus (sorry TMI). My first thought was about getting “trying.” I walk into the living room and say to Joey, “Man I wish we had some sperm…. Yadda yadda CM.”
Joey responds, “well we could call (former attempted baby daddy- now divorced).”
I say, “you think?”
She: “Wait, do we really want another baby right now?!”
Me, now laughing: “uh, no. I forgot we don’t have to try anymore.”
We kiss and Joey buries her face in my neck. She says, “you smell like maple syrup.”*
Fenugreek for breast milk= syrup smell from every pore.