Raymond Robert James
Born September 15, 2016 11:19 pm via cesarean
21 inches, 8 lbs 10 oz
Big sister is madlyin love!
I don’t know how you ladies with kid blog! I’m so forgetful. I constantly think, oh I should blog about that. Then Amy throws a toy across the room, hugs me, or play growls at me. Just that quick, the thought is gone.
For those of you who do not know, Hubby and I took Amy to Hawaii for Christmas. And well, it seems we left with a stowaway!
Baby #2 is on his/her way. This one was conceived with no drugs and no doctors. Truly a miracle, part of God’s plan. I’m unbelievably shocked and elated.
It’s still quite early so anything can happen. My midwives suggested doing the progesterone suppositories again to help prevent miscarriage.
EDD is September 21…a fall baby!
It’s CD3 of our first cycle TTC. I’m definitely in a better head space than I was a month ago. My little sister is pregnant again and so is Bestie. I really want to get pregnant again so I can doit with them but at the same time, I like the idea of being able to support them. I’ve decided that we’ll try naturally (with the assistance of OPKs) until the end of the year. If I don’t conceive then, I’ll make an appointment to get some metformin. We’ve also decided that we probably won’t do much more than metformin to try to get pregnant this time. We have already been given a gorgeous (albeit precocious) blessing. We don’t want to go as nutso as we did last time.
Obviously we’re back on the eating well and exercising regularly. I have been really bad about that and weigh around 218. That’s disgusting to me but I earned each of those pounds by not working out and eating crap. I will need to earn shedding them with hard work.
I feel really mentally and emotionally healthy going into this. It feels good. Obviously in a year or so I may not feel the same if we haven’t conceived but we’ll cross that bridge when and if we get there.
Until next time, I wish peace and love for each of you. Be well friends!
A pictorial of her birthday. I made all of the decorations. My sister made her dress. Amy had a blast!
I’ve been working on a post about Amy’s birthday party but I need to share this first. She’s decided she’s done nursing! I’m a wreck!
I know it’s irrational but I feel rejected. (Really dumb because she wants to cuddle with me all the time.) We worked so hard to get the hang of nursing and now she’s giving it up. I knew it was coming…She’d been only nursing at night. I’m not ready for this bond to be over!
I wanted to EBF for 6 months (we did). I wanted to nurse her for at least a year (I did). After that, I wanted her to decide when to wean (she did). I met all of my BF goals. Why am I so broken-hearted?
I seriously have been crying all night since I put her down and she refused the breast for the 4th night in a row.
Hubby is trying to be supportive but doesn’t get it. He keeps telling me how proud I should be of what we accomplished. I am, but that doesn’t make this any easier. I’m beside myself with grief over the end of our BF journey. I don’t know what to do!