Here are things I am loving and hating right now.
I admit that I don’t know much about wine. At all. But I like to drink it, baby. I do love red wine. And I tried a malbec at friend’s house a few years ago, and now keep buying different ones. Kiddie bedtime can’t come soon enough, tonight. For whatever reason, lately I want a glass of wine almost every night. Bad habit? Good idea? Let’s not think too hard on this one.
I freakin’ hate the Medela Lactina I rented. I mean, I love how efficient it is, and seriously it has cut down on my pumping time by like a half hour every day, which is awesome. But still. It’s huge. And ungainly. And bangs into my leg when I carry it. And it looks like a power tool. Ugh. I am so sick of pumping. Genevieve is 7 months old, so I am in the home stretch. And it’s easier now than it was. For the first few months I had to keep talking myself into continuing. And I’m glad I did. The same thing happened with Jack — you just have to get through the first little bit, you know? But dear God, I will be so glad when I don’t have to haul this f-ing thing around anymore.
And other things I am totally hating …
I am pretty sure I have bursitis in my left hip. It hurts like hell. All the time. It’s very frustrating. The good news is, since I have been doing my stretches — and some yoga — the pain in my left pubic ramus has diminished. I am waiting to get in to see someone about my hip, but holy shit, does it hurt. Ibuprofen doesn’t knock it down at all (however, a handful or 12 of mini candy bars seems to dull the pain, a bit, along with large quantities of wine).
I’m easing up on running again, hoping to settle things down. I ran 6 miles this morning, plan to take tomorrow off. I don’t know. I’ll do more yoga … I can really feel a difference in how tight my left hip is when I do it, so I know it’s worth it. I just hate it. I want to wake up, walk outside, and run and be done with it.
This pose seems to help a lot:
I saw a chiropractor briefly yesterday, but he kind of creeped me out, so I don’t know that I’ll go back. He was right on with what he thought was going on, but something about him just was … off. So I don’t know.
So, that’s what’s going on here. I have a jacked up hip. A bad chocolate/graham cracker/red wine habit. And a tackle box full of breastmilk I cart around with me every day.
You know, the usual.