Cian
Since Thursday night there's been a man baby in eastern Pennsylvania who's been feeding on my best friend's boobs.
That's how he eats. Wrong in oh so many ways.
Katie's husband has been talking about wanting kids since I first met him 11-1/2 years ago. So seeing photos of him with a baby seems right. Personally it's been harder for me to get used to the idea of Katie as a mom. I've known it was coming for a while, but I figured I'd kind of be eased into it. Cian isn't going to be saying "Mommy" for a while, right? 'Cause that's going to freak me out for sure. But this breastfeeding thing is just insane. I know it probably sounds ridiculous, but Katie's one of those people I think of as gender neutral. She's adorably androgynous, eschewing feminine fashions. Her hair is often super short, somewhat... lesbianic? boyish? I realize I'm not explaining myself, really. It's just that I'd probably be just as surprised if milk started shooting out of my own nipple. That's all I'm saying.
Okay, I'll stop going on and on about that.
Everyone keeps asking me how much he weighed. Why do people always want to know that? Is it so they'll know he's healthy or because they want to know how much damage he could have done on his way out?
She told me she didn't take the epidural and that since the birth she's only taken Motrin. I take Motrin when I go for long runs. How could Motrin possibly be enough for her when it barely masks the muscle pain in my leg?
Little Cian definitely sweetens the deal for a move to Philadelphia. It's weird to think that he'll always think of me as a doctor, when his parents have mostly known me as a semi-serious potsmoker.
That's how he eats. Wrong in oh so many ways.
Katie's husband has been talking about wanting kids since I first met him 11-1/2 years ago. So seeing photos of him with a baby seems right. Personally it's been harder for me to get used to the idea of Katie as a mom. I've known it was coming for a while, but I figured I'd kind of be eased into it. Cian isn't going to be saying "Mommy" for a while, right? 'Cause that's going to freak me out for sure. But this breastfeeding thing is just insane. I know it probably sounds ridiculous, but Katie's one of those people I think of as gender neutral. She's adorably androgynous, eschewing feminine fashions. Her hair is often super short, somewhat... lesbianic? boyish? I realize I'm not explaining myself, really. It's just that I'd probably be just as surprised if milk started shooting out of my own nipple. That's all I'm saying.
Okay, I'll stop going on and on about that.
Everyone keeps asking me how much he weighed. Why do people always want to know that? Is it so they'll know he's healthy or because they want to know how much damage he could have done on his way out?
She told me she didn't take the epidural and that since the birth she's only taken Motrin. I take Motrin when I go for long runs. How could Motrin possibly be enough for her when it barely masks the muscle pain in my leg?
Little Cian definitely sweetens the deal for a move to Philadelphia. It's weird to think that he'll always think of me as a doctor, when his parents have mostly known me as a semi-serious potsmoker.
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