I love my baby, too. I just love my job.

Mike told me about the web meeting earlier in the week where some very stupid decisions and discussions were occurring and I was fit to be tied about it. I didn't feel like just letting the mess unravel into the mess it had been before I took this job. I love being the webmaster and I love it a lot and I've taken a lot of time and energy to reshape and reorganize the page into a system for them. It's taken sooooo much head pounding and some of the stuff they were proposing was making me absolutely fit to be tied.

I went and talked to one of the big bosses. I told him I was mad about a few things and that that's why I'd come in for the web meeting. He and I hashed it out and came up with good solutions and then after that, the group hashed things out more in the web meeting and then the big boss came and approved what we'd hashed out. I was very pleased at how productive things were. Mike, of course, was there and said that he was glad that I'd come. I was, too. Things weren't as bad as I thought. We got to clean a lot of shit out of the page that I wanted to ditch, but had been told to keep and generally, we made progress like mad.

I think the best part was that not once in the conversation did I ever have to talk about the baby. It was awesome. I do have to learn to stop calling Mike "hon" in the meetings, though. Geesh!

I did have to use the big boss' office to pump. It was funny because he was in someone else's cubicle and I asked him if I could use his office for babyfeeding purposes. He has been out of the office every time I've brought her by the office and he got all excited about where the baby was and all. I felt bad about telling him that she wasn't there with me. Then he saw the big funny bag on my shoulder and made a cryptic gesture that indicated pumping and I grinned and said,"Yeah." He blushed about three shades of pink and said,"Sure, just let me get something out of there." I put a sign on the door to warn people and in 10 minutes flat, I pumped out 6 oz.

I've got a lot of milk on standby now and we're going to have to teach her how to take a nipple because otherwise, she's going to be one very hungry baby at daycare. I called Sherry after the meeting to check on G and she said she wasn't taking the bottle well and was gagging on the nipple. We've used the regular cheap shit ones that come with bottles and the orthodontic ones and she hates them both. We're thinking to try the playtex nursers to see if she'll take that. I had been told the orthodontic ones were most like taking a nipple, but G seems to hate those most. We haven't tried the playtex ones and they seem most similar in shape to my boob, so we're going to buy one and Mike will give it a go with her. She screams her HEAD off if I try to give her a bottle and goes rooting and snorting around my chest like a pig on speed. I can just picture her thinking,"What? Do I look like a stupid baby? Mom, the dairy is right there! Just give me what I want."

And today, when we got her at Sherry's she just looked right at me while she was nursing. She really wanted that eye contact and hang out time with Mom. Usually, her eyes kind of wander around, but she was really focusing right on me. All I could think is: "I love you, too, Gen."

I've had more demands and squeals for pictures, so we'll find the darned camera and take more pictures. I'll give you one of me that doesn't show my swollen bug bites.

Bug bites you ask? Don't be silly. Well, I'm not being a big wuss. Two nights ago, I sat out with Pauline at the pool watching Bear the other day while I was nursing Genevieve and got chewed alive by something. I woke up the next morning with huge swollen welts all over. The worst one was on the corner of my eye and my eye was half swollen shut. I spent yesterday conked with Genevieve on benadryl to get the swelling down. Yesterday they hurt and today they itch like poison oak. I think I have one that I've managed NOT to pick to a scab. And the whole side of my face was swollen where I had two of these stupid bites. These things aren't just bites, their big ass welts. You can see where the irritation is about a half inch in diameter, but the swelling is like an inch and a half. We think they may be no-see-ums.

I took one full dose of benadryl yesterday and got a buttload of sleep. It wore off in time for me to take Mike to the doctor's to get his ingrown toenail surgically removed forever. He had this enormous royal blue bandage on his big toe. I told him if he'd gotten red, he'd be Rudolph the red-toed Moose. He gave me a grimace -- appropriate punishment. Because G and I slept a lot, I only took one Benadryl at bedtime to keep my eye from swelling up while I slept. She only woke up once during the night at 4AM. At 730AM, I had to wake her up to feed her this morning and Sherry woke her up to feed her, too at 1130AM! I couldn't believe how well-rested I felt this morning. It was positively amazing! But all this eating and sleeping has me wondering how much sleep G (and her parents) will get tonight.