Happy belated Mother’s Day, mamas! Sorry for my late blog post celebrating the holiday, but I’m coming off of a pretty big weekend that included a MAJOR wedding in Santa Barbara. It was my friend’s wedding and I seriously cannot get over how over the top amazing it was. It was straight out of a wedding magazine — best wedding I’ve ever been to! Anyway, I had been looking forward to this weekend for months and was really excited that my parents were coming along to watch Annabelle while Jeff and I got to enjoy the two day wedding festivities.
I forgot how bad wedding hangovers suck
I was mainly looking forward to drinking lotsa wine and not being on baby duty until the next morning! So this mama indulged in a little too much wine both Friday and Saturday nights and UGH, holy hangover! I haven’t had a hangover since the day before I found out I was preggers (oops)! This was by no means in my top 10 or even 20 worst hangovers, but for a girl who barely drinks more than 2 cocktails in a sitting anymore, waking up at 2am with wine induced gut rot was hell on earth. Plus, now I have a baby waking up at 6:30am and wanting to nurse. Babies don’t care that mommy has a hangover. And of course it was totally annoying, but I had to pump and dump for the first time because I hadn’t nursed since 1:30 Saturday afternoon. Yes, I’m weaning, but no, I can’t go all day and all night without nursing or pumping. It was a sad realization that my increasingly aggressive weaning process is working because in that 11 hour span of time I only pumped 4.5 oz of milk. *Sad face* I used to get that in 4 hours! Yes, I felt melancholy knowing this is my doing, intentionally hurting my milk supply and all by nursing less. But hey, I’m not planning on being on the cover of Time Magazine breastfeeding a 4 year old or anything, so we’re winding down on the nursing.
Anyway, on to Mother’s Day… I don’t know what I thought Mother’s Day was going to be, like maybe spa massages and a chance to sleep ‘till noon, but that’s not how it all went down. I spent half the day driving home in a car with a bored baby crying her face off because she was locked down for 7 hours. Not exactly my idea of relaxing. I didn’t really expect anything specific to be planned for this past weekend because we were going to be in Santa Barbara and out of our normal routine, but idk, I hoped for something cute to happen. Jeff called me on Saturday when he was coming back to the hotel from an afternoon chugging beers with my dad, and he told me he was stopping by World Market to buy me a card. Ok, thanks for the surprise. Then, on Sunday in front of my girlfriends who were also attending the wedding, he gave me my card with $9.50 in it. Don’t ask me why, but I think he thought it was funny. And to add insult to injury, he later took the $9.50 back! Whatever, I guess our trip to Santa Barbara was my Mother’s Day gift. Jeff later told me after a hint of a complaint came out of my mouth that the new diamond rings I’m wearing that I got for my birthday are also my Mother’s Day present. Wait, now how long is he going to use that line??
Anyway, in all seriousness, it was really cool that I got to spend Mother’s Day with my own mama this past weekend. Can’t remember the last time I got to do that since living in Cali and she’s in Indiana. It’s funny, even though this was my first Mother’s Day; it still very much feels like my mom’s holiday. I can’t believe I’m someone’s mama! Last year Jeff took me to a Mother’s Day brunch on Sunday, which was really sweet and felt special since I was 7 months preggers. This was me this time last year…
What I learned from this past weekend is that 1) My two drink maximum is for my own good — hangovers can suck a d*ck. 2) I’m going to blow my husband’s socks off for Father’s Day so he takes notes for 2013 Mother’s Day… 3) My mom is just as good of a grandmother as she is a mother!
Happy Mother’s Day to my super supportive, awesome mama, and to all of you other mamas out there!