So I named the blog after one of the many reasons we named our son Zealand. There really isn't any snakes in New Zealand. Nor Ireland. DH hates snakes and I pretend I like them, just to make it funnier. (Don't tell him) I liked the name Ireland for our daughter, I also liked Holland and Zoe. DH didn't agree with any of them. We did however agree on Penelope, which happens to be Punky Brewster's real name on the show. Unfortunately the movie "Penelope" came out while I was pregnant, and I didn't want people to think she was pig-nosed, so we decided on a new name.
I always wanted a girl. To mimic the special bond, that I feel with my own mom. I was distraught when Zealand turned out to have a turtle in the sonogram....I asked the sonographer to "check again please!" Zealand it turns out, it the most fabulous child ever! I really couldn't be more lucky. And the daughter I dreamed about? She sure has a connection to me. I cannot put her down without her crying...forcibly and uncontrollably. I am drained. Physically and emotionally. Deep down I want advice, but nothing sounds like it will work. I don't think she can be put into a general category. She just wants me! (Or possibly the boob)
So my day is spent with her on my hip (or my boob) while I try to engage Zealand the best I can from my chair. I try to leave the house once a day, just to GET OUT....but this week has been a bad one and I have just changed from one pair of pajamas to the next. And I literally ate cookies for breakfast AND lunch today. Not as an addition to anything else...just cookies! Oh, and Diet cherry Coke. Here's hoping I get out of my rut tomorrow!