It's an exciting game, isn't it?
May 18, 2010
May 15, 2010
the quickest month ever.
Molly girl is already a month old. I can't believe it. Here's what life has been like thus far for my little doodie head.
She's a fan of eating...At her 2 weeks appointment we put her on the scale only to discover that she hadn't gained much weigh. Docs like it if they gained their birth weight back by then and she had only gained a few ounces in her first two weeks of life. I automatically started thinking that my boob milk was sour and other horrid thoughts like that. She had another week to gain some lbs or formula it was for her. Little chicka gained an entire lb the next week and we were good to go. I wasn't ready to give up the hundred of extra calories burned by breastfeeding either. Since then she hasn't slowed down at all. Eating 4-5oz bottles every 4 hours. Sometimes in the middle of a feeding I'll stop to burp and she tries to suck my cheek. She takes eating very seriously and if you're not careful...she might eat you.
She enjoys a good nights sleep...When Molly was first born she slept 5 hours straight the first night. We sent her to the nursery at the hospital which allowed Andy and I to get a few hours of shut eye. Since then she's kept up that sleep schedule through out the night....which is awesome! On my birthday a few weeks ago she slept 7hrs straight...but typically it's a 5-6 hour stretch. She'll wake up for some grub, eat and then sleep for another 4 hours or so. One day we'll go get pedicures to celebrate her ability to sleep like a college student.
She doesn't need coffee or fiber to poo...little sista is quite the regular one. She's takin 'explosive poo' to a new level completely blowing out of diapers just moments after the explosion happens. One time she was wearing this adorable yellow dress. Mom picked her up out of her car seat...Oh my goodness, She was really hot in there. She's sweating! Then mom noticed the mustard looking substance all over Molly's leg and now all over her own arms. OMG, she's not sweating. She pooped!! Everywhere!! That was funny stuff.
She likes Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain...not really. Pretty much she's the best baby ever. Colt was an awesome baby but Molly might be an even better baby, if that's possible. I think a lot of that has to do with the fact that I'm a seasoned mother now and everything...I mean, EVERYTHING is 100% easier and less stressful the second time around.
I know many of you have been asking for more pictures of little girl but there is something that also happens when you're a mother for the second time...you don't nearly take as many pictures of baby numero dos : / And it's even harder to take pictures when your camera is broken. We haven't had a working digital camera for months. All the pictures I've taken of Molly have been from my phone...which is a crying shame because she's a beauty and deserves to be photographed with high pixel quality. But I'd like surgery to get rid of my wrinkled Kate Gosslin belly...we don't always get what we want now do we?
Her first month of life has been a truly joyful experience. When Colt goes to bed we get our girl time. I stare at her a lot. I examine everything about her little face. I smell her hair and give her eskimo kisses. Then I sing Hey sista, Soul sista... because her nick name is sista. I kiss her on the lips and watch her fall asleep. When she's sleeping and dreaming I'll tell her she's a pretty girl and that Jesus loves her and she'll smile at me. Still can't get over the fact that she's here and she's mine!
She's a fan of eating...At her 2 weeks appointment we put her on the scale only to discover that she hadn't gained much weigh. Docs like it if they gained their birth weight back by then and she had only gained a few ounces in her first two weeks of life. I automatically started thinking that my boob milk was sour and other horrid thoughts like that. She had another week to gain some lbs or formula it was for her. Little chicka gained an entire lb the next week and we were good to go. I wasn't ready to give up the hundred of extra calories burned by breastfeeding either. Since then she hasn't slowed down at all. Eating 4-5oz bottles every 4 hours. Sometimes in the middle of a feeding I'll stop to burp and she tries to suck my cheek. She takes eating very seriously and if you're not careful...she might eat you.
She enjoys a good nights sleep...When Molly was first born she slept 5 hours straight the first night. We sent her to the nursery at the hospital which allowed Andy and I to get a few hours of shut eye. Since then she's kept up that sleep schedule through out the night....which is awesome! On my birthday a few weeks ago she slept 7hrs straight...but typically it's a 5-6 hour stretch. She'll wake up for some grub, eat and then sleep for another 4 hours or so. One day we'll go get pedicures to celebrate her ability to sleep like a college student.
She doesn't need coffee or fiber to poo...little sista is quite the regular one. She's takin 'explosive poo' to a new level completely blowing out of diapers just moments after the explosion happens. One time she was wearing this adorable yellow dress. Mom picked her up out of her car seat...Oh my goodness, She was really hot in there. She's sweating! Then mom noticed the mustard looking substance all over Molly's leg and now all over her own arms. OMG, she's not sweating. She pooped!! Everywhere!! That was funny stuff.
She likes Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain...not really. Pretty much she's the best baby ever. Colt was an awesome baby but Molly might be an even better baby, if that's possible. I think a lot of that has to do with the fact that I'm a seasoned mother now and everything...I mean, EVERYTHING is 100% easier and less stressful the second time around.
I know many of you have been asking for more pictures of little girl but there is something that also happens when you're a mother for the second time...you don't nearly take as many pictures of baby numero dos : / And it's even harder to take pictures when your camera is broken. We haven't had a working digital camera for months. All the pictures I've taken of Molly have been from my phone...which is a crying shame because she's a beauty and deserves to be photographed with high pixel quality. But I'd like surgery to get rid of my wrinkled Kate Gosslin belly...we don't always get what we want now do we?
Her first month of life has been a truly joyful experience. When Colt goes to bed we get our girl time. I stare at her a lot. I examine everything about her little face. I smell her hair and give her eskimo kisses. Then I sing Hey sista, Soul sista... because her nick name is sista. I kiss her on the lips and watch her fall asleep. When she's sleeping and dreaming I'll tell her she's a pretty girl and that Jesus loves her and she'll smile at me. Still can't get over the fact that she's here and she's mine!
I love my babies.
May 14, 2010
guess would you like some chips with your Nemo?
Last night Dad was working so Andy, Colt and I took dinner over to Moms. We made fish and had a big salad. Yum and Yumm. Colt loves fish and salad. The child pretty much eats anything I put in front of him. I like to make sure he tries everything we eat too...just so he doesn't become a little pansy and only wants to eat cheese sticks and animal crackers. Not that that's ever happened. [ahem].
While I was making up his plate this conversation took place:
Mo: Colt look! Yummy fish. It's Nemo...take a bite.
Mom: Why ya gotta tell him it's Nemo?
Mo: Fine. Here Colt, eat Dory. HA!
Mom: Might as well tell him it's Shrek.
Mo: Why would I tell him he's eating an ogre?
Mom: He doesn't know the difference...either way he's eating a character.
[Andy points at Colt's bowl of chicken and veg. noodle soup]
Andy: Look Colt! Eat some of your Veggie Tale friends.
It was really funny. [crickets]
Maybe you had to be there.
A few minutes later Colt decided that eating dinner is much more delicious if he's sitting on my lap and eating off my plate...so we shared. I will sacrifice my lap if it means he'll eat some good food. Often times he's too busy to want to sit down and finish a meal.
He was eating like a champ, being adorable and enjoying my food when all of the sudden I felt something dripping on my foot. I was trying really hard to think what could be dripping on my foot?! Nothing had spilled. No black rain cloud over me. There was only one possible solution left. I think homeboys peeing on me!!!
Apparently, when a diaper becomes so completely full of urine it will trickle out the side of the diaper and land on whatever happens to be underneath, like my foot. I know, I know, go ahead and form your opinions of me...the kids diaper was so full pee came a pour out like water from a watering can. Horrible mother of the year award...coming right up! Actually, it was pretty funny. Andy especially liked the fact that I called Colt homeboy.
I just looked up the definition of homeboy and it's a fellow gang member. It totally fits my son. He's straight gansta.
I'm not exactly sure what the moral of this blog is. Don't tell your kid he's eating his favorite movie character? Or don't be a bum, change your kids diaper. Truth be told, you should probably do the opposite of everything I do and your child will be normal.
While I was making up his plate this conversation took place:
Mo: Colt look! Yummy fish. It's Nemo...take a bite.
Mom: Why ya gotta tell him it's Nemo?
Mo: Fine. Here Colt, eat Dory. HA!
Mom: Might as well tell him it's Shrek.
Mo: Why would I tell him he's eating an ogre?
Mom: He doesn't know the difference...either way he's eating a character.
[Andy points at Colt's bowl of chicken and veg. noodle soup]
Andy: Look Colt! Eat some of your Veggie Tale friends.
It was really funny. [crickets]
Maybe you had to be there.
A few minutes later Colt decided that eating dinner is much more delicious if he's sitting on my lap and eating off my plate...so we shared. I will sacrifice my lap if it means he'll eat some good food. Often times he's too busy to want to sit down and finish a meal.
He was eating like a champ, being adorable and enjoying my food when all of the sudden I felt something dripping on my foot. I was trying really hard to think what could be dripping on my foot?! Nothing had spilled. No black rain cloud over me. There was only one possible solution left. I think homeboys peeing on me!!!
Apparently, when a diaper becomes so completely full of urine it will trickle out the side of the diaper and land on whatever happens to be underneath, like my foot. I know, I know, go ahead and form your opinions of me...the kids diaper was so full pee came a pour out like water from a watering can. Horrible mother of the year award...coming right up! Actually, it was pretty funny. Andy especially liked the fact that I called Colt homeboy.
I just looked up the definition of homeboy and it's a fellow gang member. It totally fits my son. He's straight gansta.
I'm not exactly sure what the moral of this blog is. Don't tell your kid he's eating his favorite movie character? Or don't be a bum, change your kids diaper. Truth be told, you should probably do the opposite of everything I do and your child will be normal.
May 12, 2010
did ya miss me?
Are you guys still there? I'm blogging! I feel accomplished. Life is crazy. Crazy good...crazy nuts...crazy-colt-threw-a-breast-pad-and-hit-me-in-the-face-this-morning. There have been so many days I'll start a new post and then laugh at myself realizing that I don't have time because someone is running with scissors or someone is crying for my boob. You know, mommy things.
Andy went back to work today. He'd been off for the last month. It was so great. I can never get enough of that guy. He is superhubby...supperdaddy...superhottie...he's awesome. I wasn't ready for him to go back to work. He on the other hand was extremely ready to go back to work. Colt is...how should I put it...testy. He is one testy little son of a gun. Loving his new found independence and driving us slightly crazy along the way. I'm constantly saying...
'Please don't...Mommy said no no.'
'Colt, let's be a good boy.'
'Did you hear me????'
'Don't kiss Copper on the lips! Yucky!'
'Absolutly NOT!'
'NAUGHTY!!!'
All the while he pretty much does what he wants. I'm still trying different methods, trying to figure out what works for us. Hopefully I'll 'find' it soon.
He love his baby sister though. He's always running up and asking to hold her. His new thing is he wants to burp her. So every time he asks I toss a burp cloth on his shoulder and help him hold her up while he pats her back. I've decided that we're not going to treat Molly like an off limits china doll. So...I let him hold her whenever he wants. He will run over to where she's is while crying and he'll stick a paci in her mouth :) A lot of times when I'm holding her he'll go grab his blankie and come sit on my other leg and lay his head right next to his sister. Those moments make up for all the testy ones. Melts my heart. He's still just a little laddy. Such a sweetheart.
Life is good though. I'm not exactly sure how to balance babies, bath times, dishes, laundry, dog, dinner and somewhere in there I'd like to shower. There have been a handful of days I question my mommying ability. Today has been my best day, alone thus far. I managed to get them both fed, loved and bathed. That was a tiny baby step in the right direction. I can do it.
I'm so absolutely blessed to have such great family too. Just one little whisper or cry of desperation and my family has been there to help lighten the load while I adjust and/or get a few minutes for myself. I've realize more than ever lately is to accept help. I'm set in my ways, in my children's schedule...but I've learned to let go a bit and take all the help I can get. I'm really blessed.
With Andy back to work and me getting into my old schedule with my kids I'm thinking I'll be able to jump back on the blog wagon. I really do miss writing.
Here's a few things that have made me laugh today:
-Colt eating 1/2 a tube of chap stick...
-Colt throwing a breast pad at my face...
-Colt putting a breast pad on his sisters head, looked like a yamaka...
-Colt and my mom chasing each other on toddler scooters [she fit!]...
-Colt putting my breast pumps on his chest and pretending to pump...
-Colt trying to bite my toe while taking a bubble bath...
Andy went back to work today. He'd been off for the last month. It was so great. I can never get enough of that guy. He is superhubby...supperdaddy...superhottie...he's awesome. I wasn't ready for him to go back to work. He on the other hand was extremely ready to go back to work. Colt is...how should I put it...testy. He is one testy little son of a gun. Loving his new found independence and driving us slightly crazy along the way. I'm constantly saying...
'Please don't...Mommy said no no.'
'Colt, let's be a good boy.'
'Did you hear me????'
'Don't kiss Copper on the lips! Yucky!'
'Absolutly NOT!'
'NAUGHTY!!!'
All the while he pretty much does what he wants. I'm still trying different methods, trying to figure out what works for us. Hopefully I'll 'find' it soon.
He love his baby sister though. He's always running up and asking to hold her. His new thing is he wants to burp her. So every time he asks I toss a burp cloth on his shoulder and help him hold her up while he pats her back. I've decided that we're not going to treat Molly like an off limits china doll. So...I let him hold her whenever he wants. He will run over to where she's is while crying and he'll stick a paci in her mouth :) A lot of times when I'm holding her he'll go grab his blankie and come sit on my other leg and lay his head right next to his sister. Those moments make up for all the testy ones. Melts my heart. He's still just a little laddy. Such a sweetheart.
Life is good though. I'm not exactly sure how to balance babies, bath times, dishes, laundry, dog, dinner and somewhere in there I'd like to shower. There have been a handful of days I question my mommying ability. Today has been my best day, alone thus far. I managed to get them both fed, loved and bathed. That was a tiny baby step in the right direction. I can do it.
I'm so absolutely blessed to have such great family too. Just one little whisper or cry of desperation and my family has been there to help lighten the load while I adjust and/or get a few minutes for myself. I've realize more than ever lately is to accept help. I'm set in my ways, in my children's schedule...but I've learned to let go a bit and take all the help I can get. I'm really blessed.
With Andy back to work and me getting into my old schedule with my kids I'm thinking I'll be able to jump back on the blog wagon. I really do miss writing.
Here's a few things that have made me laugh today:
-Colt eating 1/2 a tube of chap stick...
-Colt throwing a breast pad at my face...
-Colt putting a breast pad on his sisters head, looked like a yamaka...
-Colt and my mom chasing each other on toddler scooters [she fit!]...
-Colt putting my breast pumps on his chest and pretending to pump...
-Colt trying to bite my toe while taking a bubble bath...
Laughing keeps me sane :)
May 2, 2010
a labor story
The night before I went into labor I asked Andy to rub my feet. As he was lotioning them up I told him that one time when I was pregnant with Colt I got a pedicure and the lady at the spa said there was a pressure point on your foot that when rubbed can trigger labor...but they're legally not allowed to work on that pressure point. He said that lady was a liar and continued my foot rub. Before he was finished he looked at me with a dumb silly face, poked the center of my foot like he was ringing a doorbell and told me that I should thank him cause he just pushed the 'magic' pressure point.
Later that morning at about 4am I woke up from a dream where I was having cramps and good lordy I was HAVING CRAMPS! I rolled around for about 15 minutes or so then finally tapped Andy on the shoulder and told him I was crampy. No longer comfortable I decided to get up. Once I walked into the kitchen and made myself some toast gravity took effect and the pain factor of my cramps doubled.
Soon after I was having to pause and bend over to catch my breath during these 'cramps'. I started timing them just for fun and they were now coming anywhere from 2-6 minutes apart. I then officially started calling them contractions. At 5:15a after seeing if the contractions stayed hard and lasted for an hour I decided it was time to wake Andy up. During that hour I would go back in to the bedroom and whisper, Andy! I'm still having them...just wanted to let you know. Ok, goodnight. Finally after the hour had gone by and I was having to blow hard and cringe during every contraction I went into the room, tapped him on the shoulder and said, Wanna wake up? I'm not kidding anymore. This is it.
Soon after I started packing my bag. He was still in sleepy land, not really sure if this was 'it' or not...then he saw my first contraction. He soon knew. He called his mom to come and stay with Colt. She was going to take a shower and head over but Andy so kindly let her know that I was ready to go to the hospital 5 minutes ago. She showed up shortly after and we headed out.
Wanna know the two worse places to have a contraction? 1) the toilet and 2) the car. That car ride suuuuucked. My contractions were super painful but the worse part is they lasted a solid minute and were coming every few minutes. There wasn't much relief.
We got in the parking garage and a few short feet from the door I tossed my cookies in a doctors parking spot. I held on to the disgusting cement walls of the parking garage and breathed and barfed my way through a few more contractions. A nurse walked by and asked if we needed a wheel chair. Andy kindly said, Yes please, we also need an emesis basin. An emesis basin is a fancy word for a puke bucket. I ended up not needed the puke bucket because I left the 2 oreos, 1/2 glass of milk and the 3 bites of toast in the docs spot. ;)
The next 30 minutes went like this...
-got checked into triage.
-told the nurse I wanted an epidural. please. fast.
-moaned and groaned through some flesh ripping contractions.
-got checked. 4cms.
-made sure she knew I wanted an epidural.
-started to pee all over the place, oh wait, that was my water breaking.
-told a doctor that he looked like a young Dwight Schrute. He didn't take it too well.
-more contractions.
-ate ice chips.
-nurse asked me if I wanted to walk to my room. I said yes, started to stand up, changed my mind, layed back down and yelped...I can't walk! [enter contraction!!] So they wheeled me away instead.
Once to my room I made my new set of nurses aware I would like an epidural. They got the anesthesiologist lined up and started pumping an IV into my veins. I was afraid that I was going to progress so fast I'd miss my epidural window and have to go au natural like I had to do with Colt in the very end. Didn't want that. No sir!
Within 30 mins I had my IV fluid in my system and the anesthesiologist was pumping the goods in my spine. Man, I love drugs. I got checked again right after my epidural and I'd progressed to 6cms in an hour. I spent the next 3 hours visiting with friends and family, enjoying my pain-free contractions and eating Jello. Orange flavor.
By 11am I had progressed to 10cms/100%. The doctor came to check on me and since she could see the baby's head she decided I should do a few practice pushes just to make sure I remember and to see how the baby moves when pushing. On my 2nd practice push Molly started to come out! haha. Practice pushes are for sissys. It's like riding a bike folks. Just hunker down and PUSH! I was really good at it apparently. The nurses and my doc prepared for delivery while I snacked on some ice. Andy started laughing and gave me a crazy look. I didn't get why so I asked and he just said, She's coming with those kind of pushes. This isn't going to take long at all. He was excited.
A few minutes later with my hubby by my side I gave THREE good pushes and out she came. THREE! T.H.R.E.E! Uno, Dos, THREE!! I pushed for 4 hours with Colt and with Molly... I pushed THREE times. It was awesome. I felt awesome. Those first moments with Molly were awesome. See, with Colt I was in so much pain I couldn't focus on him and enjoy the first moments of his life and I had prayed for a long time about being about to enjoy those precious moments with Molly. My prayer was answered. She just layed there and snoozed on my chest like an angel.
Later that morning at about 4am I woke up from a dream where I was having cramps and good lordy I was HAVING CRAMPS! I rolled around for about 15 minutes or so then finally tapped Andy on the shoulder and told him I was crampy. No longer comfortable I decided to get up. Once I walked into the kitchen and made myself some toast gravity took effect and the pain factor of my cramps doubled.
Soon after I was having to pause and bend over to catch my breath during these 'cramps'. I started timing them just for fun and they were now coming anywhere from 2-6 minutes apart. I then officially started calling them contractions. At 5:15a after seeing if the contractions stayed hard and lasted for an hour I decided it was time to wake Andy up. During that hour I would go back in to the bedroom and whisper, Andy! I'm still having them...just wanted to let you know. Ok, goodnight. Finally after the hour had gone by and I was having to blow hard and cringe during every contraction I went into the room, tapped him on the shoulder and said, Wanna wake up? I'm not kidding anymore. This is it.
Soon after I started packing my bag. He was still in sleepy land, not really sure if this was 'it' or not...then he saw my first contraction. He soon knew. He called his mom to come and stay with Colt. She was going to take a shower and head over but Andy so kindly let her know that I was ready to go to the hospital 5 minutes ago. She showed up shortly after and we headed out.
Wanna know the two worse places to have a contraction? 1) the toilet and 2) the car. That car ride suuuuucked. My contractions were super painful but the worse part is they lasted a solid minute and were coming every few minutes. There wasn't much relief.
We got in the parking garage and a few short feet from the door I tossed my cookies in a doctors parking spot. I held on to the disgusting cement walls of the parking garage and breathed and barfed my way through a few more contractions. A nurse walked by and asked if we needed a wheel chair. Andy kindly said, Yes please, we also need an emesis basin. An emesis basin is a fancy word for a puke bucket. I ended up not needed the puke bucket because I left the 2 oreos, 1/2 glass of milk and the 3 bites of toast in the docs spot. ;)
The next 30 minutes went like this...
-got checked into triage.
-told the nurse I wanted an epidural. please. fast.
-moaned and groaned through some flesh ripping contractions.
-got checked. 4cms.
-made sure she knew I wanted an epidural.
-started to pee all over the place, oh wait, that was my water breaking.
-told a doctor that he looked like a young Dwight Schrute. He didn't take it too well.
-more contractions.
-ate ice chips.
-nurse asked me if I wanted to walk to my room. I said yes, started to stand up, changed my mind, layed back down and yelped...I can't walk! [enter contraction!!] So they wheeled me away instead.
Once to my room I made my new set of nurses aware I would like an epidural. They got the anesthesiologist lined up and started pumping an IV into my veins. I was afraid that I was going to progress so fast I'd miss my epidural window and have to go au natural like I had to do with Colt in the very end. Didn't want that. No sir!
Within 30 mins I had my IV fluid in my system and the anesthesiologist was pumping the goods in my spine. Man, I love drugs. I got checked again right after my epidural and I'd progressed to 6cms in an hour. I spent the next 3 hours visiting with friends and family, enjoying my pain-free contractions and eating Jello. Orange flavor.
By 11am I had progressed to 10cms/100%. The doctor came to check on me and since she could see the baby's head she decided I should do a few practice pushes just to make sure I remember and to see how the baby moves when pushing. On my 2nd practice push Molly started to come out! haha. Practice pushes are for sissys. It's like riding a bike folks. Just hunker down and PUSH! I was really good at it apparently. The nurses and my doc prepared for delivery while I snacked on some ice. Andy started laughing and gave me a crazy look. I didn't get why so I asked and he just said, She's coming with those kind of pushes. This isn't going to take long at all. He was excited.
A few minutes later with my hubby by my side I gave THREE good pushes and out she came. THREE! T.H.R.E.E! Uno, Dos, THREE!! I pushed for 4 hours with Colt and with Molly... I pushed THREE times. It was awesome. I felt awesome. Those first moments with Molly were awesome. See, with Colt I was in so much pain I couldn't focus on him and enjoy the first moments of his life and I had prayed for a long time about being about to enjoy those precious moments with Molly. My prayer was answered. She just layed there and snoozed on my chest like an angel.
She is amazing. I didn't think it was possible to have two awesome, perfect little babies. She is perfect. Sleeps good. Eats good. I think she likes her life. She's really happy. I love her so much. I kiss her on the lips all the time because they're so adorable and juicy. I was always told growing up that you don't kiss babies on the lips, but I do what I want because she's my baby :)
May 1, 2010
one quarter of a century.
I turn 25 today.
In my head I'm 23.
Sometimes when people ask me I accidentally say 23.
I feel kinda old. I mean, 25?? You're closer to 30 than you are to your teens. I'm almost 30. BAH! But on the other hand I've accomplished a lot by 25. I mean, I popped two kids out by 25. That a great feat.
Speaking of my kids...I love them so much. Every birthday that passes I feel like my life has gotten better. I keep wondering when all the goodness is going to stop but it just keeps coming. Thank you Lord!
In my head I'm 23.
Sometimes when people ask me I accidentally say 23.
I feel kinda old. I mean, 25?? You're closer to 30 than you are to your teens. I'm almost 30. BAH! But on the other hand I've accomplished a lot by 25. I mean, I popped two kids out by 25. That a great feat.
Speaking of my kids...I love them so much. Every birthday that passes I feel like my life has gotten better. I keep wondering when all the goodness is going to stop but it just keeps coming. Thank you Lord!
I love my life.
April 27, 2010
i've got 15 minutes before the baby needs fed!
Hello! Oh how I want to blog! Really, I get a free five minutes, open up my 'Labor Story' draft that I started last week, start typing and someone poops, or barfs or grabs the dogs tail, starts running the opposite direction, the dog freaks out and that 'someone' gets hurt. That someone isn't Andy, or Molly, or Me...it's Colt. Although I am often running the opposite direction of the dog just to get away from her. I'm mean.
Anyhow, just wanted to let you know life is pretty spectacular. Molly is doing awesome. She's been sleeping from midnight until 10am and only getting up once to eat! She eats well. Sleeps well. Poops really well. We are blessed to have another beautiful, happy, relatively cooperative baby. God is good!
I'm feeling great! I've healed up really quickly and am feeling myself. Allergies have been kicking my butt but [I just said 'butt but'] I'm a fan of Claritin D. Also, get this...I gained 20 lbs with Molly and as of this morning I've lost 21 lbs! Do the math baby! It's all gone and then some. I'm going to breastfeed my way into a size 6. Not really, but right now I think I could. I'm the incredible shrinking woman.
There are so many pictures and videos I want to share just really can't find the time. I'm sort of getting worried my blog will get cobwebs. Call me if you can't wait until my next blog...actually don't because I never answer and half the time it's on vibrate which I later find in someones closet or tucked away in the couch. One day I'll figure out how to do it all.
Anyhow, just wanted to let you know life is pretty spectacular. Molly is doing awesome. She's been sleeping from midnight until 10am and only getting up once to eat! She eats well. Sleeps well. Poops really well. We are blessed to have another beautiful, happy, relatively cooperative baby. God is good!
I'm feeling great! I've healed up really quickly and am feeling myself. Allergies have been kicking my butt but [I just said 'butt but'] I'm a fan of Claritin D. Also, get this...I gained 20 lbs with Molly and as of this morning I've lost 21 lbs! Do the math baby! It's all gone and then some. I'm going to breastfeed my way into a size 6. Not really, but right now I think I could. I'm the incredible shrinking woman.
There are so many pictures and videos I want to share just really can't find the time. I'm sort of getting worried my blog will get cobwebs. Call me if you can't wait until my next blog...actually don't because I never answer and half the time it's on vibrate which I later find in someones closet or tucked away in the couch. One day I'll figure out how to do it all.
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