I woke up this morning in Atlanta, here for a conference. Micah was a good boy last night . . . he went to bed around 8:30, and he slept really well. He did not quite enjoy the flight as much as our previous flights. He had several short crying sessions, and his ears seemed to bother him. He has been quite congested, so it is possible that the congestion was the culprit. Around 4:30 or 5 this morning, he woke up talking. He was so cheery, and he just rolled around in the crib and chatted. He didn’t sound hungry at all, but after about 30 minutes, I decided to pick him up and feed him. He ate well, then fell back asleep.
I got up and showered, and at 8:30, I decided to pump again (rather than wake Micah). This time, I was pumping and dressing/applying makeup. Surprisingly, my pump appears to be a morning pump (and for those of you who know me, you know I am NOT a morning person). This morning, the pump did start off mocking me with its usual chorus of “wacko.” The mantra slowly morphed into “get a clue.” Then . . . perhaps just to mock me with morning cheer, the pump said a few nice things to me, such as “radical,” “way to go,” and “go for it!” I was so touched that maybe my pump is starting to like me . . . until it decided to call me a “ho’ bag.” This disturbed me . . . my pump has always been snide, but it descended today into name calling. I must also say there was a brief chorus of “asshole” before the pump remembered it was trying to be nice to me, and went back to singing “ragu” and “get it going.” All-in-all, a decidedly improved attitude, and I will forgive it for its brief rudeness today.
Micah will be hanging out with Elliot today – I hope they have a fun day together while I sit here in meetings all day. And, yes, I should be paying attention, not blogging. Back to work . . . .