I cook to survive. I don't enjoy it, LOL. I actually just asked for new cookware as an anniversary gift (Which is Thursday, woo!) so hopefully we get some new ones... Because I'm sure we're also getting cancer from the chipping pots and pans right now, too.
On a different note, Conner had his 4th month check-up today. Sigh. He's only 12lbs4oz. 2nd percentile. He was 11lbs6oz (25th percentile) on January 4th... He hasn't even gained a pound in two months... But he's grown 2 1/4 inches (He's now 25 1/4''... He was 20'' at birth.)... And he's hitting every single milestone he's supposed to be hitting. The doctor didn't seem overly concerned about it, but he did ask me 100 questions about his feedings... Once I answered them all, he seemed satisfied and said, "Maybe he's just going to be tall and skinny like his dad". He did suggest we consider starting fruits and veggies soon though. He didn't say a single thing about rice and cereal, THANK GOD, so DH is finally over that now.
But he doesn't act hungry, you know? Like, when he nurses and finishes, he seems satisfied. He doesn't come off my boob screaming... I nurse on demand... I just... I don't know.
Here I go, feeling like a failure again.