Knock, knock, who's there?

I didn't hear anything...did you?

Sweet Karsyn will be 4 months old on Sunday.  I can't believe it!  Life is just flying by.  She is growing and changing all the time.  Each day with her is such a blessing, but Lord, where is the pause button?

Having Karsyn around is a real 'gas', both figuratively and literally.  Let's face it, the girl can break some wind!  I'm gonna pass the buck and say she picked up this trait from her father.  (wink, wink)
However, did you know that it is perfectly healthy to fart 12-15 times per day?  We all want to be healthy, don't we?

Justin and I can't help but giggle every time she does it.  It's just so cute!  The fact that it doesn't phase her makes it even cuter.  Yes, I think baby flatulence is cute.  I try to watch what I eat, but regardless, she still has gas, so I guess it's hereditary.

During one of our late nights, I was watching a talk show on the BBC and Puff Daddy (Sean Puffy Combs) was one of the guests.  He and the host were talking about embarrassing moments and somehow this topic led to farting in front of your spouse/lover.  Puffy said, "If my woman can't fart in front of me, then I don't want to be with her -- Cause if she hides that, there ain't no telling what else she's hiding from me!"  If you think about it, it's well said (despite the grammar).
Karsyn doesn't hide it, so I guess we're raising her to be honest.  Good girl.

I am lucky to have my Mom and Sister, Jill watch Karsyn for me while I'm at work.  Jill gives me a daily play-by-play of what goes on so I don't feel left out.  The other day she told me a funny story about Karsyn.....and her gas.
Here's the scenario:
Jill had Karsyn in the kitchen, sitting at the kitchen table.  Karsyn was sitting on the table, and Jill was sitting in the chair, facing her with her hands around Karsyn's waist.  Mama was in another part of the house, either in the living room, or in one of the bedrooms.  Karsyn starts pooting.  I guess the sound of it against the table made a knock, knock, knock noise.  Jill just sat there because it was nothing out of the ordinary.  The next thing she knew, Mama swiftly came in to the kitchen from wherever she was and said, "Who's that knocking at the door?"

She seriously thought someone was at the door.  Seriously.

I fought the breast pump and the breast pump won.

I fought the law and the law won, I fought the law and the law won. I know you've all heard this catchy tune, but let's play a little switch-a-roo.  Remove the word law, and replace it with breast pump.  That's right, breast pump.  (A Medela Pump In Style Advance to be exact) Where could I be going with this?

During Karsyn's incubation period (aka...in the womb), Justin and I had several conversations about how we would feed our baby.  Would we take the "natural" route by breastfeeding, or the more convenient and pricey approach of feeding her formula?  We both knew that breastfeeding would be best for the baby, and not to mention more cost-efficient for us. (And of course, Justin thought it sounded cool, and couldn't wait to be a spectator)  But, with me going back to work full time, we needed to weigh both options.  We did, and as you've probably guessed by now, we chose the breastfeeding route.

Let me make this clear, breastfeeding is NO JOKE, and is not to be taken lightly.  It's a full time job in itself.  Since I've had Karsyn, almost 4 months ago, I've jokingly said that if being a Graphic Designer doesn't work out, I'll go work at a dairy as a milk maid.

Working full time and breastfeeding definitely makes for an interesting combination.  Did I mention that it's awkward?  Well it is extremely awkward, especially when the walls of the office are paper thin.  Often, my coworkers mimic the swishing sound of the breast pump outside my door.  Swish, swish, swish.  I feel like I pump ALL THE TIME!  In order to keep your milk supply up, you must pump on the same schedule that your baby feeds.  Therefore, you must pump at work.  My pump has become my best friend, or should I say, "breast friend."  It's been a good pump so far, and is worthy of its hefty $250 price tag (Thanks Mom!).  However, I have had to replace the power adapter once already. I noticed that there were stray copper wires coming out of the cord.  Immediately, I knew that this could NOT be a good thing.  I don't about you ladies, but electrocution via nipple is NOT my cup of tea.
Can you say nipple in a family friendly blog? (maybe "teet" is more appropriate)  But never the less, OUCH!

I know the thought of me being shocked by my breast pump may seem like an interesting story for you blog readers, but that's not the incident I am referring to.  I actually injured my elbow with my breast pump.  Yes, I said elbow.  Now you're probably thinking, how in the world...?  Well here's how...
Everyday at work when its time to pump, I shut the door and turn off the light.  I turn off the light because my office has a 4ft wide window that looks out into the warehouse. (Believe me, it's just as amazing as it sounds) If the light is on, you can see my silhouette through the window.  So to ease the number of boob jokes at work, and to keep the warehouse guys in line, I turn off the light.  The new power adapter that I bought has about a 4.5' cord on it, which is very convenient, but hazardous as well.  The outlet is on side of my desk, so the cord basically goes across my feet to be plugged in.  On this particular day, I did my pumping as normal, put away the valve, wrapped up the hose, placed the milk in the cooler, etc.....and then the phone rang.
I answered the phone and got completely side tracked.  My next step would have been unplugging the adapter, wrapping the cord around it and placing it in the bag.  Well...I forgot.  I got up to walk across the room and turn the light back on, and my feet were tangled in the cord.  You can already see where this is going.  Are you getting a visual?  I stumble, BUT I caught myself! I was able to catch myself on the corner of the desk.....with my elbow!  Luckily the light was off, so no one else witnessed this act. Thank goodness.  However, this spill left a nasty bruise, with soreness to boot.

As if pumping at work wasn't awkward enough, I now have a bum elbow...but on the up side, I didn't spill any milk!

Breast Pump-1, Alicia-0

What's all the buzz about?

There's a lot of buzz going on in the world about so many things.  Politics, gas prices, social networking, blogging, yadee, yadee, yada.  Politics make people angry, as so do current gas prices.  Seriously, it should NEVER cost $60 to fill up a Honda Accord, Never!  Social networking and blogging draw interest and hopefully make people smile.  I enjoy seeing others smile, so this is my attempt at blogging.

I first gained an interest in blogging a few years ago when the movie Julie and Julia came out.  If you haven't seen the movie, you should check it out.  Basically, a young woman (Julie) challenges herself to "whip up" 524 of Julia Child's recipes in 365 days and blog about them.  Along this journey, Julie manages to revitalize her marriage, restore her ambition and save her soul.  Though my blog will probably not do any of the three things mentioned above, it may however keep you entertained (and yearning for more).

So how about the "buzz" in my life....the May Buzz, hence the blog title...what's it all about?

Currently, and for the last year, my life has been contained and consumed by the light of my life.  Now I'm not talking about Jesus here (although HE is the light of the world, and if you don't know who HE is, you should find out), I'm referring to Little Miss Karsyn Leigh May.  She truly is a gift from God and we thank HIM for her everyday.

Around this time last year, Karsyn was created...I won't go into details, but you get the point.  So from March 2011 to November 30, 2011, Karsyn was growing inside of me and transformed from a grain of rice, to a little lima bean, to a peanut, to a chicken nugget, to an alien-like form with limbs, and finally on December 1, 2011 at 4:06pm, my 6lb. 13oz. bundle of joy "popped" out.  In my mind I would like to think she smoothly glided out to greet the world, but in reality it was more like a fiery rocket and felt like a derailed freight train!  LOL.  Aside from the pain, I had just given birth to the most-beautiful thing I have ever seen, and witnessed a true miracle.  Justin and I were awestruck.  How could a baby be THAT beautiful?  Karsyn is a prime example of God's perfection.  If you look up "perfect" in the dictionary (in my dictionary at least), below is what you will see.  Yes, that's me in the picture, and yes, I am topless.

 Perfect.

So stay tuned and see what the latest "buzz" is with The May Family...Karsyn especially.  Thanks for stopping by.