I just don't know where I will come up with ideas to blog about after I stop pumping. It's seriously an endless source of mental energy. Today marks a full week that I have been dumping some, if not all, of my milk every day. I have never been so thankful for my freezer stash. Last Sunday night I started to feel sick. Like really sick. I thought I had escaped the super-germ that Joe got after Christmas but sure as Murphy's Law would have it, I got it the day before I was to leave for Vegas for 4 days. Sunday night my throat and head hurt so much, that I got up at 2 am and actually took cough medicine. This is saying a lot since (outside of C section meds) I have not taken even a single Tylenol since getting pregnant. But I didn't think I would make it, so I took it knowing that I would have to dump the last milk I'd have the opportunity to pump before leaving on Monday morning.
Now, I have no idea if I am overly cautious when it comes to getting rid of milk that may or may not be tainted with OTC cold remedies. But the guilt that ensued back when I was in my first trimester prevailed and (rather than calling the doctor) I just err on the side of caution.
Then I was in Vegas for 4 days. I never liked Vegas. I liked it even less when I had to think about accommodating time to pump within a ridiculous trade show and client meeting and client dinner schedule, with a time change on top of it. Needless to say it wasn't easy, but I did ok. I was obviously just pumping for supply upkeep and even if I wasn't downing Dayquil and Nyquil like it was my job, I wouldn't have made any attempt to get this milk home. Well, between a few missed pumping sessions and-- I think moreso-- probable borderline dehydration from walking one million square feet of convention center space and 4 days of decongestants, my supply has finally dipped. I think today will be the last day I take anything, so I can start giving AJ some fresh milk again, but right now I am not pumping enough to cover his daily intake so we'll still be mixing with frozen.
I'd like to go on a frozen milk tangent for a moment. AJ doesn't seem to notice a difference.... but frozen milk, to me, smells like freezer burn. It just gets a little funny. It not bad, or sour, but its not the same. If I had a dollar for every time I Googled something about frozen breastmilk, I could quit my job.
Anyway, I know what I can do to increase supply, but now I'm thinking, AJ is 11 months old today. Within 4-6 weeks we will start transitioning him to regular milk (cue panic about cows milk hormones)...so I could probably be ok between what I'm pumping and what I have frozen. Its more of a mental hurdle than anything else. So we'll see. I thank Dayquil, and I especially thank Mucinex, without which I would not have regained the ability to speak. But at the same time I am really looking forward to being medication free.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Monday, January 2, 2012
A New Year!
Happy 2012, and wow, I haven't written in about a month. I guess that is holiday craziness!
I think AJ had a great first Christmas. We didn't overdo it with gifts but somehow our house still looks like Toys R Us and he still enjoys playing with simple Christmas cards and empty plastic bottles. We saw ALL the families over the course of the week. It was busy but it was great to see everyone and they were, of course, thrilled to see AJ. I cannot believe that in a little over 6 weeks he will be a year old. Time is truly flying.
AJ continues to progress into toddler-hood. While he is still not saying ma-ma, he understands SO much! He got this farm toy thing and today I said "feed this to the cow" and he went over and put it in the cow's mouth. He also FINALLY started holding his own bottle....when he feels like it. But at least he is doing it! A few weeks ago we started giving him a sippy cup to get him used to it and he is really starting to get how it works. When I say "lift it up!" he does! It was so wonderful to be home with him for a while week. He must've thought so too because he was SUPER clingy to me every day! He gets to the point where he will not go to anyone else, even Joe, and sometimes he does not let me put him down. Towards the end of the week I figured out how to at least get him to play on the floor with me, as my back is really starting to hurt! But at the same time, I do cherish the closeness (I just worry about going back to work tomorrow and how he will do!)
One thing that is getting more and more difficult is figuring out what to feed him. Its the area I feel the most lost in. I guess he is doing fine since he gained 2 lbs in the past 2 months but I still wish I felt like I had a clue. He is still drinking 3-4 bottles a day, plus 3 meals of baby food a day. He doesnt finish his bottles anymore, but the DR said for the first year we should still try for most of his nutrition to come from the milk but consistently add other foods in. Thats the tough part. I'm giving him a pretty good variety of jarred baby foods, plus unsweetened applesauce, yogurt, and some mashed up fruit over the course of a week. But he is getting more and more interested when Joe and I eat and he REALLY wants to feed himself. He does not have anywhere near the dexterity (or interest) to feed himself with utensils so I need more food ideas that he can pick up with his fingers. Cheerios are great, but I'm having trouble with other things because he only has 2 teeth, and I have choking paranoia. I better read up on this, but I am open for suggestions too!
Well it is a new year so I should probably also post my 2012 resolutions. In no particular order:
-Multitask less. This may seem counterintuitive since I'm forever searching for a way to 'fit it all in' but especially towards the end of '11 I noticed that I haven't been giving anything full undivided attention. My brain is always a little bit somewhere else or on to the next thing. I think focusing more will be better for me, better for AJ, better for Joe, and better for whatever I'm doing.
-Start working out again. Ok, I have been totally riding the busy life/breastfeeding weight loss plan for 10 months. And its been pretty great. But (see below) milk production will not last forever, and though I'm at my lowest weight since the 90's I've clearly also lost ANY shred of fitness. I'm going to aim for 3 days a week of at least a short workout at home, plus one day of yoga. Once winter ends I will be anxious to start walking again with AJ!
-Cut the pump cord by April. Outside of AJ himself, one of the things I am most thankful for in this mom journey has been my ability to continue to be AJs main food source...well, at least food production facility...for all this time. I never imagined it would work out this way especially not with the many tears shed those first few weeks. After a year, when he can start drinking regular milk, it will be time to make the transition. As much as I have cursed that pump over the past many months I am a little sad to know that I'll be moving on. (And ok, as dysfunctional as this may be, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't petrified that once I stop I will gain 15 pounds back immediately.)
-Declutter this house. WE HAVE TOO MUCH (UNNECESSARY) STUFF! (AJs stuff is exempt)
-Cook more. Well AJs evolving eating habits are one reason for this but also I realized most of the cash I spend is on breakfast and lunches at work. Aside from not being the best food choices, I'm sure we can put that $ to better use. I have more yet to be made recipes bookmarked in my Google reader than I care to admit. I'll aim for 2x a week.
Ok, that should do it. Oh, and I also have to plan AJs first bday party. I think I will save the Very Hungry Caterpillar Extravaganza for Age 2.
I think AJ had a great first Christmas. We didn't overdo it with gifts but somehow our house still looks like Toys R Us and he still enjoys playing with simple Christmas cards and empty plastic bottles. We saw ALL the families over the course of the week. It was busy but it was great to see everyone and they were, of course, thrilled to see AJ. I cannot believe that in a little over 6 weeks he will be a year old. Time is truly flying.
AJ continues to progress into toddler-hood. While he is still not saying ma-ma, he understands SO much! He got this farm toy thing and today I said "feed this to the cow" and he went over and put it in the cow's mouth. He also FINALLY started holding his own bottle....when he feels like it. But at least he is doing it! A few weeks ago we started giving him a sippy cup to get him used to it and he is really starting to get how it works. When I say "lift it up!" he does! It was so wonderful to be home with him for a while week. He must've thought so too because he was SUPER clingy to me every day! He gets to the point where he will not go to anyone else, even Joe, and sometimes he does not let me put him down. Towards the end of the week I figured out how to at least get him to play on the floor with me, as my back is really starting to hurt! But at the same time, I do cherish the closeness (I just worry about going back to work tomorrow and how he will do!)
One thing that is getting more and more difficult is figuring out what to feed him. Its the area I feel the most lost in. I guess he is doing fine since he gained 2 lbs in the past 2 months but I still wish I felt like I had a clue. He is still drinking 3-4 bottles a day, plus 3 meals of baby food a day. He doesnt finish his bottles anymore, but the DR said for the first year we should still try for most of his nutrition to come from the milk but consistently add other foods in. Thats the tough part. I'm giving him a pretty good variety of jarred baby foods, plus unsweetened applesauce, yogurt, and some mashed up fruit over the course of a week. But he is getting more and more interested when Joe and I eat and he REALLY wants to feed himself. He does not have anywhere near the dexterity (or interest) to feed himself with utensils so I need more food ideas that he can pick up with his fingers. Cheerios are great, but I'm having trouble with other things because he only has 2 teeth, and I have choking paranoia. I better read up on this, but I am open for suggestions too!
Well it is a new year so I should probably also post my 2012 resolutions. In no particular order:
-Multitask less. This may seem counterintuitive since I'm forever searching for a way to 'fit it all in' but especially towards the end of '11 I noticed that I haven't been giving anything full undivided attention. My brain is always a little bit somewhere else or on to the next thing. I think focusing more will be better for me, better for AJ, better for Joe, and better for whatever I'm doing.
-Start working out again. Ok, I have been totally riding the busy life/breastfeeding weight loss plan for 10 months. And its been pretty great. But (see below) milk production will not last forever, and though I'm at my lowest weight since the 90's I've clearly also lost ANY shred of fitness. I'm going to aim for 3 days a week of at least a short workout at home, plus one day of yoga. Once winter ends I will be anxious to start walking again with AJ!
-Cut the pump cord by April. Outside of AJ himself, one of the things I am most thankful for in this mom journey has been my ability to continue to be AJs main food source...well, at least food production facility...for all this time. I never imagined it would work out this way especially not with the many tears shed those first few weeks. After a year, when he can start drinking regular milk, it will be time to make the transition. As much as I have cursed that pump over the past many months I am a little sad to know that I'll be moving on. (And ok, as dysfunctional as this may be, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't petrified that once I stop I will gain 15 pounds back immediately.)
-Declutter this house. WE HAVE TOO MUCH (UNNECESSARY) STUFF! (AJs stuff is exempt)
-Cook more. Well AJs evolving eating habits are one reason for this but also I realized most of the cash I spend is on breakfast and lunches at work. Aside from not being the best food choices, I'm sure we can put that $ to better use. I have more yet to be made recipes bookmarked in my Google reader than I care to admit. I'll aim for 2x a week.
Ok, that should do it. Oh, and I also have to plan AJs first bday party. I think I will save the Very Hungry Caterpillar Extravaganza for Age 2.
Friday, December 9, 2011
A Tale of Two Pumps
It was the best of times it was the worst of times. Well, not the worst, but perhaps, the "busiest" of times at least. Yesterday in work I was booked solid with meetings from 9:30am through 3:30pm. My typical routine now that I am down to pumping 3x per day, is to pump just once while in work, at around 2 pm. Yesterday's schedule was looking like it would make that quite difficult. Much to my delight, My 1pm meeting ended half an hour early, so at 1:30 I took advantage and went off to seek pump time in the room I have been using since I came back to work.
I was so happy that this worked out. You see, earlier in the week for the first time, I totally forgot to pump at all during the day. When I realized this via significant discomfort as I was stuck in a 5-6pm meeting, there was really nothing I could do about it until after, and I certainly didn't want a repeat of that day as I am still suffering some uncomfortable consequences of that.
So I pumped, and finished up just in time to go to my 2pm meeting without even stopping back at my desk-- since I am the only one who uses that room to pump right now, and it locks, I leave all of my stuff in there until the end of the day when I routinely retrieve it.
Well 5:15pm comes and I'm ready to pack up. I open my desk drawer to get my key to the pump room and...no key. Cue heart sinking and panic setting in. I review the day in my head...I went straight from pumping to my next meeting, didn't drop the key off in my office. OMG. Pump+milk+KEY is locked in the room. I then proceeded to stalk the building in search of anyone else who I knew/I hoped might have the key. HR, already gone. Building Services (who I KNOW has spares) already gone. Receptionist, no key. Cleaning people, no key.
Defeat.
My options at this point were:
- Wait until tomorrow morning to pump when I could get back here and find someone to give me the spare key. Ok, not really an option since if I didnt pump for 19 hours I'd probably explode.
-Pump with my manual pump, one side at a time. Oooof, I dont even know if it would work anymore, I only used to use it for a little 'help' before nursing AJ in the first few months. Maybe it wouldnt be strong enough now.
-Buy a new pump. Well at $300 a pop for the one I have, also not a great option.
In the end, I went to Buy Buy Baby and bought a single electric pump so at least I could plug it in, for a considerably cheaper price. Further rationalized by the notion that I can take it to Vegas with me instead of lugging my big one. But when I got home I decided to give the manual one a whirl anyway, and what do you know, while it was slower for sure, it got the job done. Lots of panic and being near tears for the night (I had a dinner to go to after work of course) but it all worked out.
This morning though, I did have to venture back to building services to ask for the spare key. Having to ask men for a key to the nursing room makes me automatically think they are looking at my boobs, or will look at my boobs every time I see them from now on. And I'm pretty sure it true. But I got the key, am reunited with my own key, and my pump, and yesterdays milk stash. Phew.
I was so happy that this worked out. You see, earlier in the week for the first time, I totally forgot to pump at all during the day. When I realized this via significant discomfort as I was stuck in a 5-6pm meeting, there was really nothing I could do about it until after, and I certainly didn't want a repeat of that day as I am still suffering some uncomfortable consequences of that.
So I pumped, and finished up just in time to go to my 2pm meeting without even stopping back at my desk-- since I am the only one who uses that room to pump right now, and it locks, I leave all of my stuff in there until the end of the day when I routinely retrieve it.
Well 5:15pm comes and I'm ready to pack up. I open my desk drawer to get my key to the pump room and...no key. Cue heart sinking and panic setting in. I review the day in my head...I went straight from pumping to my next meeting, didn't drop the key off in my office. OMG. Pump+milk+KEY is locked in the room. I then proceeded to stalk the building in search of anyone else who I knew/I hoped might have the key. HR, already gone. Building Services (who I KNOW has spares) already gone. Receptionist, no key. Cleaning people, no key.
Defeat.
My options at this point were:
- Wait until tomorrow morning to pump when I could get back here and find someone to give me the spare key. Ok, not really an option since if I didnt pump for 19 hours I'd probably explode.
-Pump with my manual pump, one side at a time. Oooof, I dont even know if it would work anymore, I only used to use it for a little 'help' before nursing AJ in the first few months. Maybe it wouldnt be strong enough now.
-Buy a new pump. Well at $300 a pop for the one I have, also not a great option.
In the end, I went to Buy Buy Baby and bought a single electric pump so at least I could plug it in, for a considerably cheaper price. Further rationalized by the notion that I can take it to Vegas with me instead of lugging my big one. But when I got home I decided to give the manual one a whirl anyway, and what do you know, while it was slower for sure, it got the job done. Lots of panic and being near tears for the night (I had a dinner to go to after work of course) but it all worked out.
This morning though, I did have to venture back to building services to ask for the spare key. Having to ask men for a key to the nursing room makes me automatically think they are looking at my boobs, or will look at my boobs every time I see them from now on. And I'm pretty sure it true. But I got the key, am reunited with my own key, and my pump, and yesterdays milk stash. Phew.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Excellence
I got a very nice surprise in work last week. My boss had nominated me and I was selected for our company's 'award for excellence'. The award is given quarterly and is designed to recognize contributions and achievements over time. It came with a physical award that I can keep on my desk, and a few other nice things, like a very nice write up on our company's intranet. I feel very flattered that I received it, and was probably blushing and shaking with the president presented it to me. This experience also showed me very clearly how bad I am at taking compliments. ("SEE??" says Joe)
I think what I am in most disbelief about is the timing of it. I received this in a year that has been my most challenging yet, life wise. When balance has become my new goal and I practically race out of the building at the end of the day for a chance to see AJ before bedtime. I'm not trying to succeed any less, but I certainly have a different sense of priorities, understandably. I've been very lucky that, while returning to work has meant sacrifices (in time), it hasn't been unmanageable so far. Busy weeks are tempered by less busy weeks, most of the time. Working late several days in a row usually means then working from home several days in a row if I can.
I hope that the balance I have found over the past 6 months is something I will be able to continue, since every day AJ is becoming more and more of a little person. This morning Joe merely put his jacket on and AJ started to wave bye-bye! And he has started to be able to identify objects "AJ go get the cup" and he gets it! He also says "cah" repeatedly . We have no idea what it means. First we thought it was 'cat' since he says it when he looks at his books. Then we thought it was 'cup' since he can get his cup. But frankly he says 'cah' at just about every object in the house, so we're just going with it :-) More than anything I hope that someday, with all of the juggling and balancing that is a necessary evil, AJ would also give me an award for mommy excellence. I can't imagine feeling more successful than that.
I think what I am in most disbelief about is the timing of it. I received this in a year that has been my most challenging yet, life wise. When balance has become my new goal and I practically race out of the building at the end of the day for a chance to see AJ before bedtime. I'm not trying to succeed any less, but I certainly have a different sense of priorities, understandably. I've been very lucky that, while returning to work has meant sacrifices (in time), it hasn't been unmanageable so far. Busy weeks are tempered by less busy weeks, most of the time. Working late several days in a row usually means then working from home several days in a row if I can.
I hope that the balance I have found over the past 6 months is something I will be able to continue, since every day AJ is becoming more and more of a little person. This morning Joe merely put his jacket on and AJ started to wave bye-bye! And he has started to be able to identify objects "AJ go get the cup" and he gets it! He also says "cah" repeatedly . We have no idea what it means. First we thought it was 'cat' since he says it when he looks at his books. Then we thought it was 'cup' since he can get his cup. But frankly he says 'cah' at just about every object in the house, so we're just going with it :-) More than anything I hope that someday, with all of the juggling and balancing that is a necessary evil, AJ would also give me an award for mommy excellence. I can't imagine feeling more successful than that.
Monday, November 28, 2011
The Hangover
Today I am sporting a fierce 4 day weekend hangover. Not from overindulging (or indulging at all) in spiked cider this Thanksgiving weekend, but from 4 glorious uninterrupted days with my little sweetie, and after 4 days of all-AJ-all-the-time I am missing him like crazy. When the nanny came this morning, he wasn't exactly resistant, but he also didn't crawl to her with the same vigor that he would on a normal week.
This weekend was also fun because we got to see AJ in so many new situations-- at a big Thanksgiving dinner table--where he was almost the loudest one, around other babies--where we stopped him before he could crawl on top of his adorable, but unsuspecting little friend, and at a Christmas 'fair' type thing where 40 Christmas trees nor Santa himself could impress him! So much fun to watch him have these new experiences, and I wish I could introduce him to things like that each and every day.
Has it gotten easier for me since I came back to work in May? Somewhat. Some days I do what I need to do like clockwork, but days like today I still worry. About whether he will go down for his naps ok, whether he will want to be held all day, whether she will recognize the new 'games' he likes to play, like 'roll the tangerine across the room' or 'keep dropping the rubber blocks on the tile'. Those are my favorites too :-)
This weekend was also fun because we got to see AJ in so many new situations-- at a big Thanksgiving dinner table--where he was almost the loudest one, around other babies--where we stopped him before he could crawl on top of his adorable, but unsuspecting little friend, and at a Christmas 'fair' type thing where 40 Christmas trees nor Santa himself could impress him! So much fun to watch him have these new experiences, and I wish I could introduce him to things like that each and every day.
Has it gotten easier for me since I came back to work in May? Somewhat. Some days I do what I need to do like clockwork, but days like today I still worry. About whether he will go down for his naps ok, whether he will want to be held all day, whether she will recognize the new 'games' he likes to play, like 'roll the tangerine across the room' or 'keep dropping the rubber blocks on the tile'. Those are my favorites too :-)
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Baby I'm Amazed
AJ is 9 months old. He is now as old as it took to make him! Its no exaggeration that I am amazed at him every day, and months 7-9 have really been incredible. Just in the past few weeks he has become even more communicative. He mimics us, he does "SO BIG!", he waves bye-bye, and today my heart nearly melted when he gave me a kiss! Well, a "kiss" to AJ is opening his mouth and putting it on my cheek, but still, we have a tiny human who responds with this action when I say "give mommy a kiss" and that totally blows my mind.
Some days I just look at him and think that I don't know what I have done in my life to deserve such happiness. Though I can recall the actions that filled mine and Joe's days before AJ came along, I can't recall what it was like to not feel this love that now overflows my heart. When I get this way, I swear that the sappy pregnancy hormones never actually left me, but I think thats part of what makes a mom a mom.
I just can't wait to see what is next!
Monday, November 7, 2011
weekend warriors
What a weekend! After a full week of dinner meeting for work, I successfully re-introduced myself to AJ this weekend, and it was so much fun! I realize every day what a good kid he is, and it makes me nervous about any future babies; we can't possibly get this lucky twice!
I had been absolutely dreading turning the clocks back. It was not uncommon for AJ to start stirring in the morning by 6am, which would mean after time changes that our day would start at 5am. Well, we survived so far. The day was a little off, but this morning he woke up at 5:45, which, all things considered really wasn't the worst that could have happened. This weekend we also saw our first tooth! Its just barely through his gum, but its there, and he's feeling it. He doesn't appear to be in too much pain, but um, I wasn't aware of the very scary so much drool that he's CHOKING on it! When he is laying on his back while I'm changing him, he could do voiceovers for Darth Vader, his breathing sounds so awful because its just so gooey in there. A few times he has just started coughing and choking while playing because it goes down the wrong pipe. Poor kid.
He also has laser like focus on any item that he knows he is not supposed to have. The remote, the phone, his monitor, the fan, wires, paper, plants, shoes--- oh my gosh he is fascinated by shoes. I know this makes it sound like I have not childproofed one square foot of my home, but we have. Its just that when we're holding him and walking around, he spots one of these and tries to lunge out of our arms for it. His favorite activity of all though, is taking two of his plastic stacking rings-- one in each hand, and crawling (rings in hand) ove rto the tile par of the floor, and then repeatedly throwing the rings onto the floor. Crawl, throw, find, throw, find, throw. He loves the sound it makes! I'm not sure if its a coincidence that our tenant has let us know she will be moving out by the end of the year....
In addition to chasing speedy gonzales and mopping up drool puddles, the other physical activity I actually managed this weekend was yoga. I had gotten a Groupon for a new Bikram place that opened up nearby and finally got to use it. Before getting pregnant and before hurting my hip, I was doing Bikram a few times a week for about 6 months. I was finally getting pretty good at most of the poses and tolerating the heat. It had been about a year and a half since my last class and oh man... today I can barely move. Picking up AJ was like a feat of superhuman strength since turning over in bed practically took a miracle. I'll be aiming for 2x a week now. It felt really amazing to do something physical again. And like always with Bikram I leave class feeling an amazing balance of having gotten my butt kicked and having just woken up from a very restful nap. I'm not sure it would be my preferred activity if I had all the choice in the world, but it will work for me for now.
And now, its back to work, where hopefully someone will bring me lunch so I don't have to alarm my hamstrings and actually get up out of my chair.
I had been absolutely dreading turning the clocks back. It was not uncommon for AJ to start stirring in the morning by 6am, which would mean after time changes that our day would start at 5am. Well, we survived so far. The day was a little off, but this morning he woke up at 5:45, which, all things considered really wasn't the worst that could have happened. This weekend we also saw our first tooth! Its just barely through his gum, but its there, and he's feeling it. He doesn't appear to be in too much pain, but um, I wasn't aware of the very scary so much drool that he's CHOKING on it! When he is laying on his back while I'm changing him, he could do voiceovers for Darth Vader, his breathing sounds so awful because its just so gooey in there. A few times he has just started coughing and choking while playing because it goes down the wrong pipe. Poor kid.
He also has laser like focus on any item that he knows he is not supposed to have. The remote, the phone, his monitor, the fan, wires, paper, plants, shoes--- oh my gosh he is fascinated by shoes. I know this makes it sound like I have not childproofed one square foot of my home, but we have. Its just that when we're holding him and walking around, he spots one of these and tries to lunge out of our arms for it. His favorite activity of all though, is taking two of his plastic stacking rings-- one in each hand, and crawling (rings in hand) ove rto the tile par of the floor, and then repeatedly throwing the rings onto the floor. Crawl, throw, find, throw, find, throw. He loves the sound it makes! I'm not sure if its a coincidence that our tenant has let us know she will be moving out by the end of the year....
In addition to chasing speedy gonzales and mopping up drool puddles, the other physical activity I actually managed this weekend was yoga. I had gotten a Groupon for a new Bikram place that opened up nearby and finally got to use it. Before getting pregnant and before hurting my hip, I was doing Bikram a few times a week for about 6 months. I was finally getting pretty good at most of the poses and tolerating the heat. It had been about a year and a half since my last class and oh man... today I can barely move. Picking up AJ was like a feat of superhuman strength since turning over in bed practically took a miracle. I'll be aiming for 2x a week now. It felt really amazing to do something physical again. And like always with Bikram I leave class feeling an amazing balance of having gotten my butt kicked and having just woken up from a very restful nap. I'm not sure it would be my preferred activity if I had all the choice in the world, but it will work for me for now.
And now, its back to work, where hopefully someone will bring me lunch so I don't have to alarm my hamstrings and actually get up out of my chair.
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