There's a place called Hollywood?
It's nice to know that the world has continued to do it's thing during my descent into a post partum haze.
Not that I'm complaining. We've been blessed with a new baby boy and I couldn't be happier. I could, however, be more well rested and therefore able to think. Clearly. Scratch that. At all.
I love this picture of my new son, my third child, taken literally minutes after birth because while it isn't the most charming there is something wonderfully true about it. And I love true things.
One of the true things about life for me is that I spend (and did also after my other two births) my post partum period nursing a baby with a book in one hand. Books, quite like chocolate, so delight me and absorb me, that I find they survive me even through the rough times. If you know what I mean. If I can take a little literary license. (And if I can't do it on this blog, where can I?)
So while I have nothing actually to say that could possibly sound intelligent (and many unsavory things like: I change my shirt five times a day because I'm so SATURATED with milk--and those silly breast pads don't even work--and many other delightful, bodily truths that make men and more gentle sorts cringe), I'm throwing myself in with the lot of girlfriends who are reading and writing for love. And, occasionally, money.
I haven't been around the internet of late to share my favorite sites, but I do want to share the two books I took with me to the hospital for my third unmedicated labor. (This is a true thing also. Although this time around I very seriously considered medication. A lot of it. Because this time I KNEW what I was getting in to.) Nothing makes exhaustion sweeter than something funny to read. I had a great time with Elna Baker's The New York Regional Mormon Singles Halloween Dance. If a Mormon comedian can't make you laugh, no one will. I was laughing through my stitches!
Then I spent the first few days back at home with Celia Rivenbark's Belle Weather. Y'all, she is some funny lady.
Well, the girlfriends do it every time. Long live the lit that comes from the minds of women. Those who are lucky enough to still have minds that is....
I'm taking all suggestions for funny, survival reads. What, from the bookshelf, has made you laugh lately?
Samantha Wilde is the author of This Little Mommy Stayed Home, but, more importantly, the mother of three children, four, 2.5 and one month old. In her free time, she sleeps. Today she celebrates her second son's one month birthday (he was born 10-10-10!).