I'd like to blog daily until lil man arrives but this will be difficult, I'm a lil rusty on the creative juice flow.




Good morning anyway!




I never really had a taste for coffee, but lately I have to have a cup every morning (decaf of course so chill). It doesn't wake me up necessarily because theres no caffeine but the warmth and the sweetness and the French vanilla?oooohhh yeaaaaa haha! So anyway, I'm constantly researching how to make sure I successfully welcome a healthy baby into the world without much assistance from human interference and I came across a few videos and article this morning that really rang a bell in my head.




You ever think you know the answer to something so you search for confirmation of your theory instead of an alternative opinion or answer? No? Ok then you prolly won't follow me here lmao well, I've been researching how to naturally induce labor...this morning I decided to switch it up a bit and research how to manifest my labor. Please, thank you but hold your applause until I get to the end.


I came across this lady who had 8 kids and induced 5 of those babies out of her belly.


Although this sounds phenomenal...She didn't seem happy that she induced her labors. Most importantly, 3 of those 5 inductions were done using fucking castor oil...that's not manifesting, that's fast digesting. I don't want to eject him from my body in that way...with an atomically massive diuretic. Ew. Periodt.


I also found a website of a woman who encouraged labor meditation. I didn't follow this theory too well, meaning I wasn't convinced that this option was effective. But her reasoning made sense: If you are in fear of going into labor, your body won't be able to relax and go into labor. Ok, good point. But I WANT labor...like right now.


I met up with a friend over the holiday and she just had her baby about 9 months ago. It was so refreshing to have a conversation with someone who has a new baby vs someone who watches new babies. AAAAnd she's still nursing! That's about the time I stopped nursing Zola, 9 months. Mostly because she got teeth and I wasn't with the shit. We ain't have time to train her not to bite me. One pinch and I was done with the whole thing. I just pumped and bottle fed from that day forward lmao.


I don't mind pumping...that's something I want to be more productive with this time around. My max was 4oz but I want to be a titty pumping champion for generations to come! I can hear my children's children's children chanting now "TPC!TPC!TPC!"
I could remix MJ's PYT and have a theme song every time I left a room to pump, or returned from pumping too. "I want to Pump, fool! (TPC!) Titty Pump Champ! I like to puuuump fuel!(I pump me!) and for my baby boy...and iiiiiiiiiii'll pump right there. HeeeHeee!
I need to copyright this shit. It's magic, it's catchy...it's my calling in life.
You down with TPC? Yeea, I pump Tit-Tees!
I could go on for days....months...
I could pump, pump, pump it up! (Just Blaaaaze) lmao wheew...
I'm a genius. A creative genius. A procrastinating creative genius.


Ya know what though?Am I a procrastinator? Or am I a doer of many things! I have so many things t complete, I have a difficult time zoning in on one particular project. I mean, I still ain't proud of my supposed short-comings but at least I'm not a procrastinator.


Tomorrow, I'll be 35 weeks supposedly...I think I'm further along than that, but I didn't get a degree in prenatal care so what do I know about my own body, right?lol


Signing out,
The TPC, The Greatest of All Time!
...deena...