My So-Called (TTC) Life

My apologies for being the world’s worst blogger. Ever. Life, it seems, got in the way. And by life I mean freelance assignments; a now 19-month-old little girl who rocks my world; and a fabulous week-long press trip to the Florida Keys where the husband and I toasted 7 years of marriage to one another (we got hitched in the Keys).

But still, no excuse. So I thought I would shed some light on my cloth diapering drama. Because Lord knows it was D-R-A-M-A! Turns out, I was fighting the wrong thing all this time. My cloth dipes weren’t infected with yeast as I had first suspected. Nope, they were saturated in so much ammonia that it was literally burning baby girl’s poor hiney.

Sigh.

So, yeah, it only took me, what, seven months to figure this out?? (Thanks to my friends on Twitter, they helped me diagnose the real problem.) Un-fricken-believable. But at least I know the cause now.

So how do you go about ridding your cloth dipes of some serious ammonia build up? My Twitter friends suggested I order GroVia’s Mighty Bubbles. And I did. And, man, I feel like I hit the mother load! I mean, it actually works! It not only got rid of the ammonia build up that was burning my babe’s tushy, but it has finally allowed me to put her back in cloth dipes full time for the past month. Can I get an Amen?

After all of the cloth dipe stripping, sunning, bleaching, etc. I finally found a solution! If this didn’t work I was about to burn all of my cloth diapers.

Anyway, lesson learned: if you REALLY want to know if it’s yeast in your cloth dipes, take a pic of your little one’s bum to show your pediatrician. Had I just done that little, simple step, I likely would’ve known 6 months ago that it was ammonia burn and not yeast.

Sigh.

So that’s it … for now. I promise to blog more soon. :)

I don’t know why but I started looking back at all of the photos we took while I was pregnant with the Nugget. And I started getting nostalgic remembering how much I loved being pregnant, how much I loved the anticipation of the baby, how much I loved feeling the baby growing inside.

And it made me want to be pregnant again.

I’ve gone back and forth so many times in my head about what the perfect time would be to try again and have baby #2. Putting aside the fact that there’s a chance we will struggle to conceive this go-round, too, part of me wants to start trying for baby #2, like, next month. But then the practical part of me slaps me in the back of my head and says, “How the hell do you plan on continuing to work from home and write as much as you do with TWO babies and no daycare?”

Dammit.

So the limbo continues. But today, I can’t help it. I’m just going to daydream about being pregnant again, rubbing my tummy as the baby kicks me, and watching the husband’s face as he holds our baby for the very first time.

It’s gotta be this warm weather that’s doing this to me. Gotta be.