This is the first time I have not been breast feeding one baby while cooking up another bun in my oven. It’s kind of a milestone for me and also I originally thought it to be a wonderful thing because I would not need the use of my lap as much this go around.
I was wrong.
I have a three-year-old son who is a total momma’s boy and wants to sit on my lap all the time. There is barely any room left for him so when he comes over wanting to sit on my lap I have to politely push him to the side.
I go to school online and usually do my homework on the couch with my Macbook on my lap. Where will I put it when the belly is out full force? I can’t even sit at my desk because the way the desk is I will be a mile a way from the Mac once my belly has grown to its full glory.
Okay, that is only two reasons why losing my lap is a nuisance, but they are two reasons that occur multiple times a day.
Also, I can’t tell you how many times I have ended up with a streak of peanut butter on my belly and not known until hours later when I check myself out in the mirror. At least the jam ends up on my breasts where I can see.