Pampering

These last couple of weeks of pregnancy are rough.  I forgot how exhaused one's body can be.  I try not to, but I do waddle by the end of the day.  I can't help it.  It's just more comfortable to walk that way.  Jereme thinks it is hilarious... makes me want to kick him. Instead, I've decided to pamper myself and start getting pedicures weekly since I can't reach my own toes. See.  Nice and pretty.

The pedicure lady tells me that I'm having a boy.  However, my mid-wife keeps referring to the baby as a she.  Always makes me wonder if she is spilling the beans because she knows or if she is just saying that because that what comes out.

Don't they say that rubbing the ankles can put you into labor?  The pedicure lady gave me a nice 15 minute rub down.  I think she just felt bad that my feet were swollen.  Plus, if I go into labor and look like crap, at least my toes will be pretty.  Maybe they'll be my focus point.  Ha!  Who am I kidding?  I won't be focusing on anything but getting this kiddo outta me!

So, weekly checks started yesterday.  Tomorrow will be 37 weeks which means I am officially term.  Can I get a HELLS YES!  That means its around the corner. I am one centimeter dialated and 50% effaced.  I got at least another week in me, I hope.  We're pretty ready at home.  I have to pack bags and get the carseats ready, but other than that... I feel like I am organized enough to bring a kid home.  At least we can walk into the baby's room without having to kick things out of the way.

So, what's a girl to do when you are about to bring another baby into the picture?  Well, all I want for the next few weeks is to enjoy having just one child.  I fully intend on snuggling, kissing and all around spoiling Lilly until the baby is born.  I just want to get as much of her as I can while she is the only one who needs my attention.  Love that little girl sooooo much!

Until next week.  Oh and I promise to have a belly pic.  One more just to have the evidence that I carried this child.

Adios!

To boob or not to boob

That is the question.

All the recent hype about the Times Magazine cover got me thinking more and more about breastfeeding.  For those that haven't seen it, its a picture of a young mom breastfeeding her toddler (probably 4ish).  The toddler is actually standing on a stool to reach her boobie. 

My reaction was, SERIOUSLY?  That kid should be feeding himself with a fork and spoon.  I have absolutely nothing against breastfeeding.  It is completely natural.  However, it is not natural to continue to feed long after the child no longer needs your nutrition.

Then I thought about it a little more.  Maybe this mom is just doing what she feels is best for her child???  Maybe this works for them?  Who am I to judge.  Well secretly, I do judge, I think it's uncalled for, but hey, to each their own.  I wouldn't do it and I sure as hell wouldn't pose for a picture if I did.

I'm almost certain that I was judged when I stopped feeding Lilly after a few weeks.  I can about guarantee that I will stop after a few weeks of this one. Yes, I probably could have tried harder, but I didn't want to.  Lilly was tiny, I wasn't producing and I needed that reassurance that she was getting what she needed to grow.  Moving her over to formula was one of the best decisions that we ever made.  All of our lives were much happier.

Stupid society and their judgements.  And, stupid ass Times Magazine for using such a personal topic to make sales.  They should be ashamed.

In the end, I'm comfortable with the way I've raised Lilly and I'm sure I'll be comfortable with however feeding works out with the next one.  I guess I just wish people would keep their mouths shut for a change.  New moms have enough to deal with. It's just too personal for others to be putting in their unwanted 2 cents.

Or, if you're like me, start a blog and bitch about it and then tell everyone that their opinion doesn't matter and that's it your blog.  Shut up if you disagree.

I'm so happy

I am happy is my theme for the week :)  Actually, my theme for the past two weeks because I missed last week.

I am happy to announce that this is my last month of pregnancy.  Due date is one month from today.  Whew. 

I am happy that I will no longer have swollen feet and fingers.  I am happy that I will no longer have to pee every second of everyday.  And most of all, I am happy that will have a baby to hold.

I'm so happy all started because of my Lilly.  It's her newest saying.  And really, she does have a lot to be happy about.  In the past couple of weeks, she's had some good times.  She went to her first Twins game of the season, went on a trip to the big lake (aka North Shore),  went swimming, went to a birthday party, went bowling... and so much more.  That kid has the good life.  At least she's appreciative.

As you can see, we're busy.  In between all of our fun outtings, we've been interviewing new daycares.  Lilly's is closing this summer, so we need to find a new place for both Lilly and the baby.  All sort of tramatic for me.  I hate leaving a place that we know and love, but I totally get her reasoning for closing up shop.  I'm sure we'll find a perfect spot for both our pumpkins.

Really, that's all that new with us.  Just living the dream, trying to rest and getting excited.

Adios!