And you're sitting there thinking,"So what? You had a little gas. Geesh, learn to deal." Butt we're not talking little farts we're talking a rapid succession of window rattlers over the course of hours. We're talking about me begging my belly to move things along just so I can fart again in relief. We're talking that I begged off on sex(and I was horny as hell) because my stomach was so distended it hurt. We're talking baby up from 3PM -12AM last night with horrible gas and nursing at mommy hoping for relief. We're talking the joy of the shared experience.

In the midst of this stay awake period, I couldn't take nursing her any more and we did the finger test to see if she'd follow our finger looking for a nipple and she ignored the finger, so Mike cuddled her up, put a pile of blankets between me and her line of vision and they both promptly conked out.

Then 3AM came. Mike took the baby, changed her and brought her back to me to nurse -- same as always. Only at 730AM, I discovered the wet bed under the awake whiny baby. When I went to go change the baby, I discover some tired sad daddy at 3AM forgot to actually put a NEW diaper on the baby.

As my friend C.G. says, "Little shit!" Yup, she leaves me with sore nipples, daddy gets cuddles and I get the wet spot. I agree. That's the drag of always smelling like milk, that's all Genevieve thinks I'm good for some days. Mike, on the other hand, just needs a few more Z's.

On a totally unrelated note, I'm thinking about going into work on Friday for a meeting. Mike told me that they are trying to do stupid shit in my absence, so I'm going to have to go in and stop it before it goes any further. People always forget the stuff you've planned when they are trying to do new stuff. I'm so pissed off! I specifically simplify things and the big guns are specifically trying to complicate it again. I could just slap them.

I've got to see if I can pump off enough milk so Gen can eat okay on Friday.

And the pediatrician called and said that they use totally different vaccines now and probably a bunch safer than the ones they used 20 years ago and that I shouldn't worry too much. He said we can talk about it more during Monday's office visit.

And Genevieve is 4 weeks old today. Russell claims that 28 days means that she's officially a month old. I told him I always go by the date and the 3rd is on Saturday. The most important thing is that I have a beautiful girl, whose brother thinks it's terribly important that she have the stature of being one month old.