Lunch Date with a Pixi

Ooooh, I was very fortunate to be able to meet Pixi for lunch while in Boston for a conference on August 4th. Firstly, she is glowing and absolutely gorgeous. What a lovely woman! So friendly and down to earth. It's great to meet another fellow blogger IRL. I'm so happy for her and her husband, getting ready to welcome their little wee one soon! Lunch was lovely - mushroom tortellini with goat cheese (we both ordered it). I'm looking forward to hearing about her shower. It's so nice to hear success when one has been struggling with recurrent miscarriage. My fingers are still crossed for everyone else...

Bee is doing great, but my milk supply seems to be dropping off, which causes me great concern. I didn't pump while I was at the conference; we brought the Bee with us (along with my Father-in-law to keep an eye on him while we were attending worksops at the conference). Instead of pumping, I went to our room to nurse him in betwen sessions. Since I've gotten back, I'm getting 6 oz. first thing in the morning, and then 1 to 2 oz. every 2 hours during the day. I was getting about 9 - 12 oz in the morning, and 3 - 4 oz. every 2.5 hours. So, little concerned there. I am making sure I'm eating enough and drinking, and getting enough rest. Just wigging quietly... (Well, maybe not so quietly - I discuss this with Mr. Right and C several times a day). Bee's urine output seems to be down, too, but I'm not sure if I'm imagining it. He seems satisfied after he nurses, but I supplement with formula if he's still hungry and I feel "tapped out." Any advice on pumping / increasing my supply will be wholeheartedly welcome...

My brother came down with aspiration pneumonia so he's now in a hospital. He's responding well to the antibiotics and out of ICU. They'll insert a feeding tube next, and my parents are actually talking (to each other!). Of course, my mother had sent my dad a card inviting him to call if he wanted to discuss my brother's condition, then was pissed that he didn't call right away. Now that they're talking, she complains that he calls. Impossible to please that woman - that's why I gave up when I was 16. Apparently, she prays the rosary with my brother and watches the Rosary channel with him. I cannot imagine worse torture for him (NO offense to Catholics or to fans of the Rosary); my brother was not remotely religous... Monster Garage is more up his alley. Gotta tell my mom that, but she never returns my calls.

My cousin who donated her wonder eggs just got a 4.0 in her first semester in Physical Therapy program. She's doing really well and sounds happy - I'm so glad for her! She moves next week to the new campus for fall semester. I know she'll do great!

That about wraps it up for now. Upcoming, I have a wonderful story about how I put my foot in my mouth with my new neighbor, and insane family drama - with the e-mails to prove it. Glad I see my therapist tomorrow evening... Hope you all are well!

Have been up since 2:30 this morning: Bee awoke, and after 30 minutes of happily chatting to himself, seemed annoyed. He had rolled on to his back, so I put him back on his tummy and told him he really needed more sleep (after praising him for his fine rolling work). He went back to sleep immdiately. I got insomnia. Tossed & turned for 30 minutes, then got up and watched the end of Six Degrees of Separation, Mr & Mrs. Smith, pumped 6 oz, showered made breakfast and got to work. I tried to nap this afternoon, but sleep eluded me there, too. I was at least able to rest, so that helped. Thanks for the prompt comments, lonna and mm! : )