Thursday, August 27, 2009
Now why am I going here when this blog has been specifically baby blog?? Well I suppose because health (physical, mental, and familial included here) has become almost an obsession of mine. A healthy obsession [hardy har har]! And it is intrinsically tied with motherhood. I am also recently inspired to write about this history of mine after picking up the book, The Amazing Adventures of Dietgirl. And most importantly, I'm striving to incorporate healthy living as part of the foundation for my little family.
Over my whole pregnancy, I gained close to 45 pounds (the extra five crept in when you count the last minute bloating). I've successfully shed all but about ten of those pounds. The first 15 came off in a big swoop, the remaining weight much much slower. It's hard to find a balance of exercise and proper nutrition without compromising my milk supply. Thus I have to push the oatmeal, nuts , grains , more oatmeal, occasional slice of cake, dairy, and even more oatmeal. I have such a skinny baby, I am in no way trying to restrict my diet. It's a struggle for me to find the middle ground. A daily struggle. So I write everything I eat down so I can track not only my nutrition but that I am getting enough.
So here I am at four months post prego trying to find that happy medium and with only a few more bulges to go:
And for fun, here's me at not even my heftiest: (click on it to enlarge the large)
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Sigh...I'll attribute it to his athletic feats-- burning up that mama milk before he can even start stashing it away. Other than his weight, he's healthy, active, alert, and meeting his developmental milestones.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Now I understand why older ladies and older gents just break out into huge grins as I carry the charmer by. Thy seriously can't get enough baby. I can't get enough baby. Babies are addicting. It's a supreme place to be snuggling next to my big ball of cuteness. It really can't get much better than this.
P.S. You'd be surprised at what this baby can do to grown scruffy men. They turn into big piles of mush.
Monday, August 17, 2009
I found this tonight and it got me thinking. Sure, it sounds a bit new-agey, but it reminds me that I can't compare myself to a little bit of cold, hard plastic. Because, yes I have found myself whining about being a "human pacifier" on more than one occasion. I forget that, as a mother, I am formulated to soothe and nurture this little being perfectly. Like emotional puzzle peices. Or like how my hips have widened just so from my pregnancy that he rests upon them comfortably when I carry him at my side. Yin and Yang.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
P.S. I was joking...we're still exclusively mama-milk fed these days.
I was at Everyday Music last night perusing cheap VHS while Dave was scanning records (surprised?). Thurston was strapped to me ala moby wrap and just carrying on an incredibly interesting conversation to some invisible creature to my left. An older gentleman came up and started talking to Thurston, who happily cooed back. He moved out of Thurston's sight and Thurston started screatching. It was clear he still had something important to say. I turned so Thurston could 'talk' to the stranger some more and he just happily cooed and babbled away. Oh boy...what does this mean for when he's a two-year-old and starts to grasp the meaning of conversation?
Thurston has also begun to learn the art of ...dun dun dun...GRABBING!!! Oh and his favorite thing to do is clanch onto a big tuft of my hair. Sometimes he likes to munch on it but it usually involves some type of pulling. OW! He also is fascinated with trying to grab bits of our face. If I'm close enough, he'll snatch at my mouth and tug at my cheeks and then give me a huge grin. He's pretty proud of this.
Thurston and his super cool sock monkey:
Climbing on Dad:
"Papa, hey look at me! Look at me! Hey Papa! Look what I can do!"
This was right before another good show of flatulence.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
I've been back at work for the past three weeks. The first week was hell. Thurston was refusing the bottle and Dave was at the end of his rope. I was going home on my lunches to nurse. However, now Dave is a pro and Thurston takes the bottle no problem. I thought it would be weird to pump at work but it's not that bad. It gives me a chance to relax and connect with my little guy. He's three months, 1 week and 100% breastfed. My goal is to make it to a year.
He's still really skinny, which had me worried so I scheduled a check up for today. He's measuring 25" long and 11 pounds, 14.5 oz. He's in the 16th percentile in weight and 80th in length! LONG and skinny! The doctor isn't too concerned and thinks part of his low weight could be his transition to the bottle.