Hi-ho, Hi-ho, It's Back To Work I Go

Ugh.

Today was the start of my 9-week return to the working world.

So not okay.

Bug had her 2 month appointment and shots on Friday so she was feeling a little under the weather all weekend. Last night her nose stuffed up causing her to wake up every hour. My 5 am alarm turned into a 4:30 am cry so I started out pretty zonked.

Work wasn't too terrible (aside from the fact my boss has a permanent case of the grouchies). No one spit-up or pooped on me. I got to eat lunch with both hands and go to the bathroom on my schedule. I got to talk to grow-ups about stuff other than diapers.

It sucked!

41.5 more work days 'til summer.

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Swim Practice = Waterboarding

I haven't been to swim practice in years. 

The last time that I went to a Masters swim practice was two years ago when I got into a verbal altercation with some asshat who yelled at me for pulling on a lane line.  My old gym had a masters level swim practice daily, and while most Masters teams are pretty laid back with many different levels of swimmers, this one was hard core.  And fast.  And mean.

They had no problem running over a newbie who was having trouble keeping up.  And there was no slow lane.  So, when we did backstroke, I grabbed the lane line to help me move along more quickly.  This doesn't cause any harm to the lane line, and trust me, I know how to break them.  Having a group of high school students sit on them is usually the best way.  Pulling on it with one arm, not so much.

This wasn't the place for me.  I'm not serious, and they clearly were.

Before that... I have no idea when my last coached practice was.  College?!?! 

So, I was a little intimidated to be heading to a swim practice at a facility I had never been to before.  They have a reputation for being accommodating and helpful to newbies and people who haven't swam in ages, but they are one of the largest masters clubs in Northern California, running  6 coached workouts a day.

My sister, Bug's Auntie KIA , and her husband have been going to practices there because the main pool is down the street from their house.  Auntie KIA encouraged me to attend, promising that there really were people of all ability levels.  Of course, the perception of speed is often subjective.  She was one of the fastest girls on the team in high school, and her husband's brother swam against Michael Phelps in a prelim for Olympic Trials a few years back.  They are tall and skinny and lanky and fast.

Me, not so much.

But the only way to get better is to practice.  And I do want to get faster, and I do enjoy swimming.  And they offered to babysit. I'm not completely inexperienced, so it couldn't be that bad, right?!?

To begin, the weather was TERRIBLE!  It was 45º, windy and pouring rain.  The rain, I don't mind so much.  You're already wet.  But the cold, I mind A LOT.  Here in California, they don't make indoor pools and think that you can swim outside in any weather.  The worst was swimming in the hail my Junior year of high school.  Not only was it miserably cold, but I had huge welts all over my body from the quarter sized balls of hail that poured down onto me.

I am not that young and ambitious anymore. 

I wore my new bathing suit to my first day of practice.  I'd been putting off my return to the pool because I didn't have a suit that didn't have a hole in it.  So, I ordered one online.  It was a great deal... $25 for a reversible speedo suit.  Looks harmless, right?!?!

The straps are thin, and that's not a bad thing.  It would save me from dealing with tan lines later in the year.

But I didn't bother looking at the picture of the back of the suit.

Holy back fat and side boob, Batman.  This picture doesn't even begin to show how little suit their actually is.  Did I mention I just had a baby?  And I'm tipping the scales at just over 200 pounds. 


Too bad for everyone that had to look at me.  Because I am much more cheap than modest.  And this suit was a final sale.  So..... yeah.  Just be glad you didn't have to be there.

Stop laughing, it gets worse.

Lucky me,  it was IM (Individual Medley) day at the pool.  So our workout consisted of 200's of a stroke other than freestyle.  I have a shoulder injury that prevents me from doing butterfly (THANK GOD!)  I can do breaststroke, but I often have the sensation of traveling backwards when I do because everyone else will fly by me so quickly.   So that leave backstroke.

Because it was pouring rain, it felt like this.

Do you find it as disturbing as I do that I was able to find waterboarding clip art?

And I must have been making some pretty nasty choking noises because the coach came over and told me it was fine if I wanted to do freestyle.

So, I did.

I was left with my thoughts.  Swimming isn't the most mentally stimulating sport, and my mind tends to wander.  I thought about a nice hot shower, what we'd be eating for dinner, and what Bug was doing.  Bad idea.  When I'm not with Bug, my boobs start getting hard and leaky.  I was very thankful that I was in a pool where no one would know that my boobs were leaking.

I didn't die, and I did manage to get in a 1,500 yard swim before I scurried out of the pool at the end of practice (both to hide my fat and to rush back to Bug). 

Now, the real challenge is convincing myself to go back.

Weigh In Wednesday

Date:Wednesday, March 23rd
Current Weight: 202
Change from last week: 0
Total challenge weight loss: -2

So, this is a little late. Miss Bug was a little under the weather today and consequently we were both grouchy.

This week had its ups and downs. DH was out of town from Wednesday to Sunday, making me the solo parent in charge. My family visited, which helped, but it was still a crazy week. And, when my family is here I tend to not pay any attention to what I eat. There were many days where I didn't track.

The good news is I used the free time they gave me to workout. I got in a run and a swim. Obviously it wasn't enough to overcome my poor eating habits, but it did prevent a gain.

This week... I need to track. It's going to be rough, especially since I am going back to work on Monday, but I can do it.

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Free Circo Newborn/Infant Socks at Target

I think you guys know what a cheap bastard I am. So imagine my delight when I discovers that the only socks that stay on Bug's long skinny feet were free at Target right now.

Here's how:

Go to coupons.target.com and print the coupon for $1 off any Circo brand clothing or accessory. These socks are $1/pair. $1-$1= FREE!

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How I Became A "Runner"

In high school, I was a "swimmer" and "water polo player".  I put those in quotations because, despite the fact that I was the captain of both teams my junior and senior year, I was one of the worst swimmers on the team.  I am SUPER aggressive in the water thus my alleged prowess in water polo. I also have a knack for remembering swim times, so people think I'm ultra supportive when I tell them how much time they've dropped.  Neither accomplishment had anything to do with real talent.  In fact, I'm pretty sure that the only reason I made the varsity swim team is because captains were elected by the team prior to the first swim meet.

Still, because I spent the better part of my high school years in the pool, I am a better than average swimmer.  I swam at least two miles a day 5 times a week between January and May every year, and was in pretty great shape, despite the fact that I ate curly fries from Arby's every day for lunch.  I could swim at my snail pace for hours, but if anyone asked me to sprint or even speed up a little, they were likely to get the finger.

In college, I'd swim once every few months, but it just wasn't the same. At some point in my relationship with the Dreaded-X, I started doing the couch25k program, but was never consistent and never made it past week 4.  I finally realized that it wasn't swimming that I enjoyed so much in high school and something was less that satisfying about running on the dreadmill.

I was missing a team environment.

I started looking at Team in Training. I wasn't a runner, I hadn't ridden a bike in years, but I knew I could swim.  Somehow, that made me think I could probably do a triathlon if I tried. Quite a leap, I know.

Of course, I was always too chicken to join a team.

In January of 2007, I lost my beloved brown grandmother to multiple myeloma, and all of my reasons for not joining TNT no longer made sense.

DH (DBF at the time) and I had recently relocated, and I didn't know anyone in the area.  I was substitute teaching at different sites everyday, making it nearly impossible to make friends.  It was incredibly lonely and I started to slip back into depression, which had been an ongoing problem for me throughout my childhood, teen years and early twenties.  On top of it, the loss of my grandmother was DEVASTATING.   

TNT was just what the doctor ordered.  I got to be outside, meet people and put my atrophied muscles back to work.

I started "running" the 2.32 mile loop around my neighborhood a few times a week.  I'd start with a 5 minute walk and then try to jog from one light pole to the next without stopping.  I'd rest and then go again.  Each time I went, I tried to jog a little farther before resting until finally I could jog the whole loop.

My current running shoe, the Brooks Adrenaline GTS 10.  This is my 4th pair... almost time to try out the 11's.

Now, I still consider myself a "runner", not a runner, because I know I'm slow and I haven't yet gotten to the point where I want to take it too seriously.  My PR in a 5K is 35 minutes exactly.  Its not exactly a break-neck pace.

But... it would be nice to set a new PR.

I continued to run because its convenient.  I only need a pair of running shoes, and I can go as long as I want.  When we got Daisy Dog, she had so much fun that it was hard to schedule a rest day... I felt like I was torturing her.  Now, this is one of the only workouts I can do with Bug in tow.  She, Daisy Dog and I love the opportunity to get out of the house.

Now if it would just stop raining.  Babies don't like rain. 

Two Days of Work and a Hot Date

Unfortunately, maternity leave doesn't last forever, and my six weeks are up.  I can still take 6 weeks of unpaid bonding time anytime before Bug's first birthday, but we figured that we'd take full advantage of our relatives while Bug is new and exciting.  My six weeks ran out two days before spring break, so I gladly agreed to come in for those two days and am now enjoying the hell out of my two week spring break.

After spring break, we have an extensive schedule of relatives coming in, one week at a time, to provide in home daycare for us for the 9 weeks until summer vacation comes and I can't wait.  Somehow, spending time with other people's children doesn't seem quite as important now as it did pre-Bug.

Luckily I had a BIG present waiting for me when I got back to my classroom.  One of mind boggling realities of working in public education is that money allocated for one thing can't be used for anything else.  So, my school laid off one of our 10 teachers last week, and the district pink slipped 90 elementary teachers after pink slipping 270 teachers last year, but my school got 2 SMART Boards.  One of them was mine.

Now, my kids are not little and cute as the little buggers in that video, but I'm sure you can imagine the implications for a high school science classroom.  I didn't even have an overhead projector before I left on break so this new toy was not only practical, but proved to be a good distraction.  I spent 2 days figuring out how to use it so that I can spend my spring "break" rewriting all of my lessons so that I can use it.

DH took the two days off of work to be with Bug.  This was the first time that Bug spent the day with him, or anyone but me for that matter, so I didn't expect that it would go well.  But when I got home, the house was clean, the laundry was done and Bug was happily snoozing in her daddy's arms.  She didn't even look happy to see me.  I have no idea what was going on ten minutes earlier... but I was very impressed.

DH spent quite a bit of time muttering something about how he'd set the bar to the appropriate level, but I reminded him that I was still responsible for all of the night nursing and that I'd spent days pumping ahead of time and several hours the night before I went back to work pre-measuring bottles and setting him up for success, but still... kind of amazing.

I decided that he we really needed a night out, and since I'd been cleared for take-off at my 6-week a few days before, we called my youngest sister... now known as Auntie KIA (Know It All... I'll explain later) and asked if she'd mind watching the baby for the evening.  She was thrilled, but since this was a last minute plan, she couldn't get to our house to pick up the baby until 7 that evening.

Maybe you can see where this is going.

I'd purchase movie tickets from Fandango through a  LivingSocial deal that we hadn't used yet (of course), so I let DH pick a movie for our dinner and a movie hot date.  My sister told us to take as much time as we needed, so there was no rush to get back.

He chose a 7:50 showing of Battle: Los Angeles, not giving to eat before the movie.   Oh well... we'd be done by ten and have plenty of time for a quick dinner, a drink and who knew what else.  It didn't matter... as much as I missed Bug, DH and I needed time to reconnect.

I vowed long before I got pregnant that I wouldn't allow a baby to come between me and my time with the hubs... and I definitely wasn't going to be one of those anxious moms that called the sitter 3,000 times on the first night out.

Now, let me tell you a secret.  I knew Battle: LA was going to be a suck fest, but DH rates movies based on the number of bullets that are fired and that meant he'd love it.  So, I could grin and bear it.  But for the record, it was pretty damn terrible.  The dialogue, which thankfully was limited to the seconds between attacks, was beyond painful.  It unfortunately wasn't entertaining enough to keep my mind off of my phone, which I checked 3,000 times, but didn't make a single phone call.  DH didn't seem to notice as the bullet count was among the highest of any movie we'd ever seen.

The movie let out at 10:30... how did that happen?  We agreed that it was too late to squeeze in some private mommy and daddy time and it would make sense to grab a quick bite at a restaurant near Auntie KIA's house.  Unfortunately, Auntie KIA lives in a college town, and on Saturday night all of the restaurants are filled to the brim with drunken college kids.  Not my idea of a romantic evening and finding a table would be next to impossible.  How did we not think of that?

We were at Auntie KIA's by 11 and by the time we had Bug packed and ready to go our dining options were limited to the BK (yuck!) drive through.  Thus, our evening ended not with a BANG (don't be a pervert!), but a whimper.

Being a parents definitely changes things.  It was still a nice to just be alone with DH, even if it was brief.  Next time, we'll plan a little better and make it happen more often.  

Breastfeeding Blog Hop Week 11: Starting Solids

Hey ya'll! Did you notice that I am hosting the blog hop this week! SWWWWWWEEEEET.

Unfortunately, since Bug is 7 weeks old, this is a topic I know almost nothing about. And there is SOOOOO much conflicting information out there. (sorry, a little capslock happy today)

DH and I are both overweight and grew up with some pretty awful eating habits, so it's incredibly important to me that we start Bug on the right track early. So what are we supposed to do.

So I have heard that:
• You should never start solids before three months
• You should never start solids before six months
• You should never start solids before teeth appear.
• Starting solids adds no nutritional value until LO is over a year old because they are getting everything they need from breastmilk.

Um.... (hand raised) when do we start?

Also, I have this plan that I'll make baby food, but I have a feeling that could end up in the discard pile along with the plans that I would become a gestational vegetarian, never breastfeed while checking email and never let Bug watch TV. The ideal doesn't seem to be working out so far. What can I say, Bug loves watching B-Ball with her pops.

And, if she isn't really getting any added nutritional benefit from baby food, can't I just give her a piece of my fruits and veggies for awhile and call that good?

I'm excited to hear what everyone else has to say.

Breastfeeding Blog Hop Week 11: Starting Solids

It’s Week 11 of the Breastfeeding Blog Hop

Topic: Introducing Solids

Share your thoughts on introducing solids. Been there and have advice to share? Looking for tips on how to introduce solids with your little one? Confused about things you’ve read or heard about?

(New to blog hops? Check out: "How To Blog Hop")

Hosts:

Life With Levi

The Slacker Mom & Diary Of A Devil Dog Wife

This Week’s Guest
Host:

My Life With Bug

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Here's what you need to do:

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   post, not your blog homepage). Have more than one post you want to add? Go ahead and
   link them all!
3. Add the linky code to the bottom of your post, then
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Weigh In-Wednesday: Week 2 Check In

Date: March 16th
Current Weight: 202 pounds
Change from Last Week: 1 pound
Challenge Weight Loss: 2 pounds
Pregnancy Weight Lost: 25 Pounds
Next Goal: 197 pounds

Woohooh!  I'm officially 25 pounds down and feeling really damn good about it.  I've had a loss for two weeks in a row, and though the pounds aren't melting away, I'm headed in the right direction.  For the first time, I'm feeling confident that this weight will come off.  I'm only 5 pounds away from the halfway point!    

I'm starting to feel like I'm getting the eating aspect of my weight loss under control.  I've been tracking more frequently on MyFitnessPal and though I haven't been as good as I know I can be, its making me really think about what I'm putting into my body.  Because I'm breastfeeding, I feel like I'm ALWAYS hungry, but I'm making better food about the type of foods I am eating.  I'm still battling my newfound addiction to sweets, but eating more fruit is helping.  And, I know it better if I slowly loose weight, especially right now, because I don't want to jeopardize my milk production.

It rained or was pretty cold almost all week.  Since I'm responsible for Bug about 22 hours a day most days, she needs to be a part of my workout routine.  This is so much harder when we are inside.

I'm also struggling with the fact that my body can't do the things it used to do.  I'm trying to look solely at my post pregnancy progress, but its hard to forget that at this exact time last year,  I was running a 5k 3 times a week and playing adult league water polo two nights a week.  I was in great (for me) shape.  Now, I'm struggling to run for 90 second intervals.

But it is getting easier every time that I work out.

And, I had a huge NSV (non-scale victory).  I went down a pant size from a 16 to a 14... I'll be back in a 10 or dare I dream, an 8 in no time.   

March Super Mom of the Month

Something too exciting happened and I couldn't wait to share it with you all. 

I woke up this morning to find out that Christie at Average Mom's Wear Capes picked me to be her March Supermom of the Month!  This is absolutely amazing because, if you've read my blog at all you know I have a major crush on her blog.

What she wrote is BEYOND sweet and makes this blog look WAY cooler than it is. Check it out!

Oh and I also got this fancy button!

In the immortal words of Wayne and Garth (who I have been thinking about quite a bit lately because Bug's hairdo is reminiscent of Dana Carvey's) .... I'm so not worthy.

(BTW... did you know Wayne's World is Mundo de Wayne in Spanish.  I learned that from youTube.)

Auntie Bullhorn

One of the joys of motherhood is watching your family members evolve from their pre-baby roles into daddies, grandmas and grandpas, and aunties and uncles. Watching my sisters transform from the bane of my existence in my teenage years, to friends in adulthood and now to Bug's aunts has been a unique pleasure I never would have imagined prior to Bug's arrival.

A couple of months ago, I wrote about how my sisters helped me to prepare for Bug.  Shit really hasn't hit the fan yet, and Bug has been an incredibly easy baby, but they really have had my back. 

My middle sister, former All-American rugby player and general hard-ass has been a real surprise.  Before Bug came around, she was TERRIFIED of babies and generally disliked children.  In fact, the sound of children singing has always been on the top of her list of annoyances and she is the first one to comment about an unruly child in public.  I wouldn't say she hated children.... but there was definitely a mutual dislike between her and the tiny humans.

When my sister was little, she was deemed "Grandma's revenge" for her bull-in-a-china-shop demeanor.  She learned to channel her freakish strength and energy into sports from an early age, and ultimately she ended up making the All American team for women's rugby.  Just over a year ago, she ended up marrying a young man with a similar demeanor.  It isn't unusual for the two of them to break out into a wrestling match during a family dinner.  In fact, 3 days before their wedding, they were playing a sporty game of chase in their small apartment when my soon-to-be BIL got a little too close for comfort and my sister decided to jump over the couch to get away.  She snagged her toe on the back cushion, fell onto her shoulder, and ended up in a sling for the wedding. 

Oh, and did I mention she is L-O-U-D!  All throughout high school and college we noticed that boys who were more than a little hearing impaired (or gluttons for punishment) tended to be the ones who followed her around the most.  Thus, her new nickname... Auntie Bullhorn.
 
My dad started calling her Auntie Bullhorn when he noticed that my sister's voice repeatedly triggered Bug's startle reflex.  When Auntie Bullhorn talks, Bug's sleepy hands go flying into the air with uncanny predictability. 

The morning that Bug was born, Auntie Bullhorn held Bug as though she were a nuclear bomb capable of detonating at any moment if handles improperly.  Luckily, they had a breakthrough early on when Bug spit up while on her back in her hospital room bassinet.  I'd only been out of the delivery room for about an hour and was still pretty numb from my epidural.  I tried to get up to help Bug, who was making a terrible choking noise.  My sister stared, panic stricken, until she ultimately decided to roll the tiny baby over.  The amniotic fluid erupted from her miniature mouth and the chocking noise stopped.  After that, she told everyone that she'd saved Bug's life and continued on in her new roll as auntie with renewed confidence.

Amazingly enough, Auntie Bullhorn has become one of Bug's favorite caretakers.  She spends most of her days off at my house playing dress-up, having tummy time, and bouncing up and down on my balance ball to quiet Bug's cries.  Auntie Bullhorn has also replaced her Nordstrom Rack addiction with an addiction to buying the cutest little outfits I have ever seen.    

Auntie Bullhorn spent the week in Portland visiting her SIL, and missed our weekly visit.  We sent her this....

 And this is what I got back...
        "....This is the best thing that ever happened to me!"

Strange how a baby in the family changes things.
 

Breastfeeding Blog Hop Week 10: Product Reviews

Here are my reviews on the breastfeeding items I have used so far:

• My Breast Friend Nursing Pillow.  The Good: This pillow makes the early days of nursing much easier.  We spent A LOT of time trying to nurse in the beginning, and not getting very far, but this kept me comfortable.  The Bad: We only used it for a few weeks.  It takes too much time to pull it out every time Bug is hungry.
• Lansinoh Disposable Nursing Pads.  The Good: They are comfy and have a sticky side so they stay put.  They are also very absorbent. The Bad: They totally show through my thinner nursing bras and make it look like I'm a 7th grader trying to give myself a little something extra.  Also, each pad is individually wrapped making quite a bit of excess waste and those damn wrappers are EVERYWHERE.  Not because I'm really that environmentally conscious (obviously if I used disposable pads), but because I'm cheap I tried...

• NUK Ultra Thin Nursing Pads.  The Good: They are thin and much less expensive.  They aren't visible, even in my thinnest bra.  The Bad: I don't have super leaky boobies, so I didn't need much absorbency, but if I did, I don't think these would be effective enough.  Also, they don't have a sticky backside, so they slide around a bit.
• Medela Pump in Style (with backpack).  The Good:  So far, it works well.  I haven't had any major issues.  I didn't really want a backpack, but it comes in handy when I am doing some hands-free pumping and I need to wander around my house.  This pump comes with a battery adapter, so I can roam wherever I want to and a car adapter, which I haven't needed to use yet, but I'm sure I will eventually.  

• Simple Wishes Hands-Free Pumping Bustier.   The Good: It is very good at holding the bottles.  They are DEFINITELY not going anywhere when I'm using this.  Also, its easily adjustable and will fit no matter how much weight I loose, if I ever get around to loosing it.  The BAD: Its not very comfortable and it doesn't look good under my clothes.  I got this because I wanted to be able to pump quickly at work while still being able to answer emails and doing paperwork, but I have to plan what I am going to wear so that it isn't obvious that I'm wearing it.  

Right now I'm looking for a better alternative for hands-free pumping and a nursing tank that doesn't look like a nursing tank.  Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Weigh In Wednesday: Spring In 2 Action Week 1 Check In

Date: March 9th
Current Weight: 203 pounds
Change from Last Week: 1 pound
Pregnancy Weight Lost: 24 Pounds
Next Goal: 197 pounds



I finally lost a pound, which is absolutely AMAZING because I didn't work out AT ALL last week.  Why?

Well, Bug had her 6 week growth spurt early and spent most of the week on my boob.  It's kind of hard to run with an infant hanging from your boobie.

Also, my grandmother passed away last Thursday.  I wasn't terribly upset because she has been suffering from dementia and congestive heart failure for more than 10 years and there have been several times when we were sure she wouldn't last another year.  She was bed ridden and her quality of life was pretty bad.  That didn't stop me from trying to eat all of my bad feelings away.  Damn those girl scout cookies.  

I did check out My Fitness Pal, another recommendation from Christie O. over at Average Moms Wear Capes.  It allows me to count my calories and track workouts (if I ever get around to doing one again!).  And, its free.

I am not very good at counting calories, especially if I cook something and I'm not quite sure how to count it.  I frequently give up the calorie counting after lunch, but even when I'm only tracking some of my calories, it does make me aware of how much I'm taking in.

Tomorrow, I have to head back to work.  Its only for 2 days, and then I'm off for 2 weeks for spring break, but the thought is absolutely killing me.  It will most likely be good for my weightloss, but I really am not looking forward to it.

I'll be checking in when I can.  I have about a billion things I want to write about when I have time.

Ha Ha!

Breastfeeding Blog Hop Week 9: Tips for New Moms

I don't know if I can be considered a veteran mom since Bug is only 5 weeks old. But there are many things that I wish I would have known and done if I had a big do-over. Here are my new mommy dos and dont's.

DO start trying to breastfeed as soon and as often as possible.

DO ask for help. Even if you have a LO who latches perfectly the first time there are so many people available to help you in the hospital and they don't follow you home. Ask questions and get as much help as you can when it is readily available.

DON'T let them do it for you. In my experience there were many nurses who just grabbed my nipple and tried to put it in my baby's mouth without helping me to do it on my own.

DON'T assume that breastfeeding will be easy. I think most moms will agree that its one of the most challenging aspects of new motherhood.

DON'T panic. Many doctors and nurses will make you feel like you need to be a breastfeeding pro right away, especially if your LO is loosing a lot of weight. You have as much time as it takes. Through my struggles I have found MANY moms who weren't able to breastfeed for weeks. One mom I met was patient enough to stick it out for 8 weeks before having success.

DON'T feel like you can't undo something. I had a meltdown when I had to supplement because everything I'd read made it sound like it would permanently ruin my supply. Not so.

DO know it gets easier as your baby's mouth grows and they become more coordinated.

DO be persistent. There are so many places to get help, but they won't seek you out. Its easy to get lost in the shuffle and not get what you need.

DO pump. It will help boost your supply.

DO relax and enjoy your baby.

Update:  I'd like to clarify on my pumping comment.  I'd suggest pumping AFTER each feeding if you are concerned with your supply.  Or, if breastfeeding isn't working out, you can still give your baby breastmilk by pumping and bottle feeding.  But I wouldn't suggest exclusively pumping unless you have to (like I did for the first 4 weeks!) because my production has increased significantly since Bug has taken to the breast.  Who knew?!?  

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Weigh In Wednesday: The Battle Of the Pastries

Date: March 2nd
Current Weight: 204 pounds
Change from Last Week: 0
Pregnancy Weight Lost: 23 Pounds
Next Goal: 186 pounds

Bug's Weight Last Week: 9 pounds 8 ounces
Bug's Current Weight: 10lbs 1 oz


Wooohooo!  Bug is officially off of the pediatrician's watch list because she is gaining weight like a mad woman.  Me, I'm not doing much, but this week, I have been feeling pretty content with my body.  If you hadn't already read, Bug and I are a breastfeeding duo and it has done wonders for my mood and self esteem.  Weird.  So much of my self image is now tied to how she is doing.

Soooo, you may have noticed  that I'm at 204 for the third week in a row.  I can assure you, it is not because I didn't work out enough.  In addition to jogging twice last week, we walked two days and I let Jillian Michael's kick my ass as I fumbled through 30 Day Shred on Monday.  It wasn't pretty, but it was effective.  My abs are still tight.

I also did a fantastic job of eating my fruits and veggies this week.  Bug and I headed to the Farmer's Market on Saturday and I have already eaten almost everything I bought.  

The problem... was pastries.  I didn't have any of those Reduced Fat Cinnamon Swirl Coffee Cakes until yesterday, and I didn't even buy it.  My well meaning sister grabbed me one and I was too hungry to refuse.  I did however eat 3 bear claws, a cinnamon roll and a lemon bar.  Add up those calories and you have at least a pound that I could have lost if I would have had just a little more self control.  I have no idea what my issue is.  I'm usually not at all interested in sweets.

The good news is that I started a new challenge today.  I joined the Sisterhood of the Shrinking Jeans new fitness challenge, the Spring In 2 Action Challenge, which is a six week challenge starting today.

My partner JoAnn and I are competing against other teams to reach our fitness goals.  I am so stoked to have this little motivational push and the support of a teammate to push me when I don't feel like eating well or working out.   

So this week I am going to commit to these three things:

•  Up my fruit and veggie servings to 5 a day.
• Limit my pastries to 1 this week.  Isn't it sad that I have to even say this? 
• Get in 3 workouts this week. 

Let's do this!

True Confessions Tuesday

I have decided to link up with the Sisterhood of the Shrinking Jeans for True Confession Tuesday because I have much to be guilty about.  Here goes:

1. Since being pregnant with Bug, I have replaced my addiction love of wine with a new found love of pastries.  I've never been much for sweets, I'm more of a savory and salty kind of gal, but.... holy crap!  It's bad!  I've had 3 bear claws, a cinnamon roll and a reduced fat cinnamon swirl coffee cake from Starbucks this week.  I swore that I would not, under any circumstances, eat a piece of cinnamon swirl coffee cake this week and then my sister brought me a piece this morning.  Bitch!  BTW, does the cinnamon swirl coffee cake count as a pastry?
2. When I haven't made dinner, which is happening quite often since Bug came around, DH calls me on his way home to ask me what I'd like him to pick up.  I never know what I want, so I ask him to think of something.  He guesses, and if he gets something I don't want, I get pissed.  I'm the worst wife ever.
3. My cat, who I have had for 7 years, is seriously in danger of becoming an outdoor kitty.  He is pooping everywhere.  WHY?  WHY?  WHY?  My house smells like cat shit right now, despite my best efforts to clean up his messes.  I am trying to remind myself that he is the most loving cat and he is probably having a hard time because we have gotten a puppy and a baby in the last year, but I am having A LOT of trouble.  Anyone want a cat?

A Few Words About Growth Spurts

Bug is 5 weeks old today.

This morning, my confidence as a new mother was at an all time high.  We had a follow up appointment with our new lactation consultant and personal savior Barbara at 9 am.  Bug weighed in at 10 pounds, 1 oz, an awe inspiring gain of 9 ounces in the last 6 days. A-MAY-ZING!

She was a little breastfeeding champion.  There was no fussing or fighting to get her latched and her latch on both sides was absolutely perfect.  My supply is up, and I have actually been able to pump a few extra ounces a day to save for when I go back to work.  We did so well that we have officially been taken off of the naughty list which has kept us heading to the doctors office or a lactation appointment at least once a week for the past 5 weeks.

But tonight, I feel like I have no idea what the hell I'm doing.

Bug has been fussing like nobody's business, and it appears that there is nothing I can do to calm her down.  She has been sleeping for no more than 45 minutes at a time since 2:00 this afternoon.  Then she wakes up screaming and rooting.  I have been providing the Boobie Buffet, she eats, fusses, spits up, fusses, and falls asleep for a little while and then wakes up screaming and rooting.  She has even had spurts of rooting only moments after spitting up.

I've seen this before.

2 weeks after Bug was born I left her with DH so that I could take a friend to dinner for her 30th birthday (because I was too tired and nothing appropriate fit so I opted out of an appearance at her party that weekend).  I was gone for 2 and a half hours because I spoiled myself with a solo trip to Target after dinner.

When I got home, DH informed me that Bug had screamed the entire time I was gone and he'd like to schedule a vasectomy for the following day.  Thinking he was just being an impatient prick, I told him he needed to put on his big boy pants and put a little more effort into his new role as daddy.

Then she did the same thing every night for the next week and I got to do a lot of apologizing.

Apparently, this was growth spurt number one.

I've been mentally and physically preparing for the 6-week growth spurt since then.  But I assumed we'd have another week.  I think I'm wrong again, a trend I am noticing is common in early motherhood.

I now find myself lusting after that bottle of wine that I have had in my fridge since September, left over from our fancy-shmancy wedding, but feel too guilty to pop open and enjoy.

I am also feeling an overwhelming need to buy this onesie.

  In conclusion, growth spurts suck and Mommy needs a drink.