Recovery.

I had such a great weekend and so many things to write about but I have to be honest these great things have also knocked me on my butt. Holy exhausted. I knew my recovery time over the last few years has increased but now it's on a totally different level! Here I am - laying in bed with Max on Tuesday morning thinking I might finally be back to normal after my little Mommy night out adventure (3 full days later).

Even though I have been beyond exhausted, the whole night was worth it. Friday I did it - had my first real night out. I have gone out shopping or to breakfast but this was the real deal. I'm talking make up done (eyeliner and eyeshadow included) blow dried hair, party dress and cowboy boots out and on!  I packed up a little cooler with the essentials- these now include a breast pump and milk storage bags along with the vodka and red bull and hit the road. Off to see my dream boyfriend Tim McGraw with the girlies. Woohoo. Well that was until I got halfway there and realised in all my excitement to pack the milk machine up I left my ticket on the counter. I thought I had pregnancy brain bad, but, I have discovered baby brain is much worse. After the little detour I made it to CT met up with the girls and we started our night. The day was something I has been looking forward to for months since we bought the tickets. I love music and seeing it live but I also love the tailgating, people watching and party atmosphere. (Side note... the baby brain did not stop at the ticket - when I went to pump the first time I realized I forgot a pretty essential piece of the milk machine. I Macgyvered it but it was not a good time. I guess I really need to start double and maybe triple checking my bags...)

This show didn't lack any of that atmosphere it just had a newly added element pumping every two hours before I went into the show. Yeah this put a slight damper on my first couple hours of drinking but this milk is like gold so having as much as possible is a priority. When all is said and done this was the strangest tailgating experience I have ever had and in the long run this probably was a good thing because after 11 months of not drinking it didn't take much at all to get a little loopy...It certainly has gotten much cheaper to have a good time! The concert itself was wonderful- three great artists and an awesome group of girls to hang out and sing with (my throat is still recovering). It went much past my usual bedtime though... Ok honestly it pretty much just started when I am normally winding down to go to bed.

After the last song was played, my giant bottle of water was guzzled, we walked back through mud and who knows what else, got out of the parking lot zoo, I sat in an hour of traffic on 91
and then a pretty decent line at Taco Bell (I couldn't help it!) I finally made it home at about 1:30. Once I showered, stored the tailgated boob milk and pumped again I was tucked in all cozy around 2:15. I'm pretty sure my eyes were closed at 2:16 and I was snoring at 2:17 which is fantastic... BUT ... That 3:45 feeding for Miss.Max came quite early as did the 7:30 feeding and well pretty much every feeding all day Saturday and Sunday. I guess when you are only running on 4-5 hours of sleep depriving yourself of them all together will throw a body into a tailspin! But even with the exhausted feeling I manned up and spent the day with Daddy and family celebrating his birthday when we went out for wings and beer (I avoided everything but water even only a couple of drinks will leave you hungover when your tolerance is down) and even made a stop at the favorite watering hole on the way home. Looking back at the weekend I can honestly say I haven't been that tired since giving birth but I can also honestly say it felt good to be out and sort of back to normal and enjoy some grow up time. Well normal except for the breast pumping and missing the most beautiful baby in the world part!

Thank goodness for Mommy/Memere. Because this Mommy and little Max were obviously in need of some cuddle time.