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Excess pregnancy hormones leaching from your eyes?

This theory makes much more sense than anything in any evolutionary psychology article or book I've ever read, and so YES, it must be TRUE and NOT INSANE. But I don't think everyone knows it (until now).

"Prolactin is not the only stress hormone, after all. In all likelihood, men have higher concentrations of other stress-related hormones than women. It could be, instead, that men discharge of their stress by different channels. Men tend to sweat more than women, and sweat contains many of the same chemicals as tears. Perhaps their sweating reduces men's stress in a fashion comparable to women's crying. Men might also urinate more, another way to rid the body of built-up waste products.... (Men's evolutionary tendency for increased excretion efficiency over women is evidenced by the way they urinate. In the heat of the jungle, pursuing a wooly mammoth, it pays not to have to sit down to pee.)"

Oh my gosh. That poor... overdressed... wooly... mammoth... running... and running... in the heat of the *sniff* jungle....

If restricting dairy is making you unhappy, I would feel free to disregard your pediatrician and do what you like. I think there's a strong tendency among a lot of doctors and other busybodies to view messing with a breastfeeding woman's diet as a harmless, cost free intervention, so there's no reason not make sweeping changes on the off chance that it might do something useful. And it's really not free. If you're unhappy, that's not good for you or the baby.

(Not, of course, that there's no relation between the mother's diet and the baby's reaction to her milk -- if you notice something, then cutting back on the offending foodstuff is reasonable. But I find it really difficult to believe that the pediatrician has actually diagnosed that a week-old baby is bothered by dairy in your diet, rather than merely throwing stuff at the wall to see what sticks on the theory that it'll keep you busy.)

On the crying, I remember it as feeling mostly like it was about sleep deprivation, which always makes me mercurial.

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redfox is a small furry animal, but unfortunately not the sweet and adorable kind. she lives in an awfully large house with her black-bearded husband snarkout and marauding child jane.

see also: the hungry tiger

Dinner reports

More dinners.

Things I Cried Over

  • The Great British Sewing Bee.

  • Window washers.

  • Lilo and Stitch. Repeatedly.

  • "No one was with her when she died."

  • Slings and Arrows.
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