Day 103: Last size 2 diaper

Busted ass to make it to a coffee meetup with my mom's group only to find out that no one else came. There were a few working professionals at the coffee shop, and me wearing a tank top with a breastmilk stain over my right nipple. Weather was beautiful. At least I got a run in.

Tommy napped for a total of 2 hours today -- 4 naps, roughly 30 minutes each. I had time to empty the dishwasher, make a celery salad for lunch, and write one sentence in the pregnancy book I'm making for Tommy.

I did get to practice reciting Baby Beluga from memory. That's what's taking up space in my brain these days. I actually love it.

Today while Tommy was nursing he paused, looked at me, audibly pooped, then smiled big. I love this guy. This poop was in his last size 2 diaper. Good riddance. We were finishing the Mickey Mouse diapers that we got in Argentina. As much as I enjoy Tommy shitting on Mickey's face, it's really nice to go back to Coterie.

Toward the end of the day I was pretty disappointed that I wasn't able to accomplish anything else around the house. When Alex came home I handed over Tommy and weeded for 15 minutes which felt productive but was actually a waste of time.