August 2018 – Cozy in Love

“It’s Time to Do Budget”

Since taking Dave Ramsey’s Financial Peace University course in 2017, Conoon and I have been budgeting and have budgeting meetings at the end of every month. The meetings kind of go like this:

Conoon: It’s time to do budget.

Suzy: NooooooOOOoooOOOoooo

Conoon: Okay, so this month we spent blah blah blah, next month we blah blah blah blah….

Suzy: OoOOOoooookay are we done yet?

Every. Single. Time. Conoon is CLEARLY the nerd in our relationship and I am the FREE SPIRIT, which means he has 15 minutes to get me through these budget meetings and if they go longer than that, I totally zone out and my body language does. not. lie.

But get this. To my HORROR, starting July, Conoon put me in charge of our budgeting meetings. Like I have to call the meeting and lead it!!!! UGhhhh. Okay, I was good at math in high school, but omg anything related to finances (except for me spending) is snoooooze-ville for me. But because I love being a good wife, I agreed.

And because I am a good wife, I need a good husband, which means he is to refer to me as “Budget Lord” when our budget meetings are in session.

This post has been brought to you by insomnia the night before our next scheduled budget meeting.

Goodnight.

My Relationship with Breastfeeding

I’m really starting to treasure breastfeeding, but it took a while for me to get into this headspace. To give you some context, Eden (4 mo) drinks breastmilk exclusively and likes the boob only, so my daily schedule revolves around the times she eats without having the flexibility of using a bottle.

In the first 3 months especially, I felt imprisoned by the task–I was on standby for my baby 24/7, stuck in a chair for a total of 7-8 hours a day, feeling like I was missing out on everything going on beyond my living room window. It was a really hard transition for me. My body wasn’t mine anymore. I felt like I had lost my freedom. I was in a constant state of giving giving giving and crying seemed to be the only thing that refilled my cup.

Nowadays, I’m in a better place; the postpartum fog, once dense with discontent and worry, is finally letting in some light 🌤 Now as I nurse, I hug Eden into my chest and sense a bond that didn’t exist in the first and second months. There are moments when Eden will pause, stop drinking, turn her head to look up into my eyes.. and knock me out with a big grin, as if to say “mmm 맛있다” (mmm yummy) and then go right back to drinking 😂 I like to imagine that she’s thanking me for being there for her, even though it can be hard on me. I savor the quiet, peaceful moments of nursing and when it get hard again, I thank @aliwong for putting things into comical perspective (though Eden going Leo vs bear on my nipples is not funny at all). Her little arm shading her closed eyes. Her hands grasping back and forth at my shirt. Her satisfied smile after she’s been replenished. These images are wonderfully etched into my memory. These moments are sacred to me.

Well… you know you’re a mom when you can talk about your boobs on social media and not care. This month is all about #normalizingbreastfeeding so I figured this was the breast way to start. Happy breastfeeding awareness week/month!