Yesterday was Mike's birthday and I took him out to Spaghetti Factory. I started to set up to nurse her and removed the now-necessary-nursing pad and listened to her cry and then we realized, holy baby shit, batman, we left the diaper bag in the car. I can't very well walk all that way there and back and there again because I walked to get Bear at school and was paying for that already. Mike, the birthday guy, had to take baby to the car and change her britches and as he takes her away, I go to replace my boobie in said bra and realize, oh shit, I've a fashion no-no adorning my nursing shirt: big wet milk stain. Call the fashion police! It's a fashion misdemeanor! I must be a Mommy because my hair's a fright and I've got milk stains!

When Mike brings her back, she is sooooo happy to see my shirt and I've had enough time to down my dinner, clear a space on the table and request that they give Daddy a fresh hot plate of food, which he promptly inhaled. I gave both the guys my dish of fully sugar-loaded spumoni to fight over and nurse the little princess until she's starting to drowse off in a milk-induced stupor. We get Happy Birthday sung to Mike by the whole restaurant, which Mike endured patiently. We cajoled Russell into finishing his ice cream and then headed home to do cake and presents.

Mike turned 24 yesterday. I only had 5 candles. I thought about making up some excuse about going to the store and just said, "Aw, screw it." I carefully set up the five candles in a nice circle on his cake, lit them and then Bear and I sang him, "Happy Birthday!" He blew out his candles and opened his gifts. Well, one was still drying. I made him a collage of baby pictures and family pictures and decorated the frame with glitter glue and Bear's help. I figured it would be nice for Mike to see his family at work because Monday through Wednesday he came home early because he simply missed us too much. I've got another frame and another set of colored glitter pens, so I'll be doing one of wedding pictures soon.

Russell also gave him the Phantom Menace Star Wars video. We're all such SW fanatics. It's sick. It's wrong. It's the Force! Okay, for me it's Harrison Ford and Liam Neeson (spelling).

Speaking of hot and hunky...I did manage to spend some of Mike's birthday with him in his birthday suit. No, no, we're not having intercourse, but we are experimenting with um..."other" techniques. I have my 6 week appointment on June 13 and I'll get an IUD inserted at that time to avoid any future surprises, but I'm thinking we may beg someone to watch the kids for a few hours that weekend. I realize I'm still recovering, but unlike last time with Bear, I have a libido. Unfortunately, this means that I probably am ovulating, something I didn't do until I stopped nursing Bear. But I am justifying being a horndog with the following: I figure anything I do to contract my uterus, is contributing to my healing process. And while nursing helps things along, making love helps healing and other things and it makes my husband a very happy man in the bargain.

Harrison and Liam! Boys, eat your heart out!