NYE 2009

>> Thursday, December 31, 2009

Sorry, whatever readers I have, that I have been MIA for the past two months. You haven't missed much. I had to check in tonight to wish you (yes, YOU) a happy, happy new year. May all your wishes and dreams for the coming year be fulfilled.

Obviously 2009 was a BIG year in my life. Becoming a mother has been an amazing experience. My baby is my whole world (no offence to my hubby) and I can't imagine it any other way. The year 2010 will see me officially become a stay-at-home mom, although I will attempt to bring in some money through freelancing. Perhaps 2010 will bring me a BFP for baby #2...

Now, a mini update: My little sweetheart is now seven months old. He's so strong, sitting and rolling and pushing up but not quite ready to crawl yet. He's doing well with eating solids (no teeth yet), and hopefully his next doctor's appointment (not till nine months) will show a good weight gain. (At his six-month appointment we saw that he had dropped a bit on the percentile chart — no need to worry yet, but something to watch.) His favourite thing these days is blowing raspberries. He's a raspberry fool! It's pretty darn cute. My only complaint of the moment is his crappy sleep habits. Lately he wakes up MANY times a night, and sometimes he doesn't want to go back to sleep for a couple of hours. I'm exhausted.

Baby's first Christmas was great! He was so happy all day and he charmed everyone who saw him. Unfortunately he was a wreck that night and the next day, but it was worth it for the good memories of a wonderful day.

I'll post some pics in a few days, I promise!

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Hope It's Not Boo Late

>> Sunday, November 1, 2009

We didn't do much for Halloween for the little guy. Just put him in his Tigger costume (which was part of a box full of clothes and gifts that my out of town family sent us before he was born) and took him to see his grandparents.

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Babyfeeding Update

>> Tuesday, October 27, 2009

In case anyone is actually interested in this thrilling saga...

Breastfeeding has improved since our visit to the clinic. I've only had to give Andrew bottles a handful of times. My nipples are very painful, however. My right nip in particular feels like it's on fire while he nurses. I think it's just because he's very rough with them these days. I had to stop nursing in the glider because he was pushing his legs against the arms, causing him to jerk on the nipple. Ouch!

For the past week I've been attempting to feed him solids twice a day. Along with the mashed banana, he's now tried homemade applesauce, mashed potatoes, mashed rice, and a bit of shredded chicken. Tomorrow he'll try carrots. So far he hasn't seemed to particularly like anything. I think he's still trying to figure out what to do with the food and how to swallow. Most of the food ends up on his bib. This is normal, right?

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Okay, Seriously...

I have been using my baby as an excuse for five months now and I guess it's getting a bit ridiculous. I hear about women going back to the gym within a few weeks of childbirth and I feel deeply ashamed of myself. Not only am I not exercising beyond the occasional stroll, I am also not eating particularly well. In fact, after holding steady for about three months, the scale has started to creep upwards. I am now about 16 pounds above my pre-pregnancy weight. I still can't fit into most of my old clothes.

Anyone know where I can find a little motivation to get in shape?

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Five Months Old and Babyfeeding Update

>> Thursday, October 22, 2009


My sweet little boy is five months old! I say it every month, but I have to say it again — I can't believe how quickly time is passing. How has he gotten so big? He has rolled in both directions but is not yet doing either regularly. He's finally big enough to start really enjoying his exersaucer. He loves blowing raspberries. I love our little "conversations." So much fun.

On Tuesday we went back to the breastfeeding clinic we went to when he was tiny. I was not a fan back then, but this time I actually left feeling much, much better. Of course when we breastfed there, he ate quite well and displayed none of the issues we've been having. Little stinker. I pretty much knew what they were going to say: (a) he's frustrated with the slow flow from the breast; and (b) it's time to start solids.

Their advice for starting solids is a little unusual, I think. They say to skip baby cereal altogether. Don't puree anything; fork-mashing is good enough. Don't bother giving him one new food at a time; go ahead and try three new things in one day if that's what I want to do. If I still need to supplement with formula, I should give it to him in a cup — a real cup, not a sippy cup — instead of a bottle.

They assured me that it's going to be a lot of fun. This is our first attempt at mashed bananas:


He wasn't impressed. He pushed most of it out of his mouth with a confused "yuck" face. LOL I hope he gets the hang of it soon!

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Thanksgiving

>> Sunday, October 11, 2009

Thanksgiving 2008



Thanksgiving 2009



It's not hard to guess what I'm most thankful for this year!

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Just Eat, Baby!

>> Saturday, October 10, 2009

We're still struggling. I went ahead and made an appointment with the breastfeeding clinic, but it's not until October 20. We'll have to muddle along until then and hope the problem doesn't become irreparable in the meantime. Ughh, why can't he just eat? So much of my time and energy is devoted to feeding him that I feel like I'm missing out on just enjoying him.

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Rough Patch

>> Monday, October 5, 2009

We're going through a very rough patch. Things improved long enough for our trip, which was nice, but went sharply downhill upon our return home. What's up with that? For the first time I'm seriously contemplating quitting breastfeeding. I'll give it another couple of days, and then, if things still suck, I'll make an appointment with the dreaded clinic, and then, if they can't help us, I'm done. I just got teary-eyed typing those two little words. I never imagined it would be this difficult for this long. I always planned to breastfeed for a year.

I'm sorry. I'm not expecting sympathy or even advice; I just need to put it out there. Maybe posting this will help me get used to the idea that I might have to stop — that stopping might even be for the good of the baby.

Argh.

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Consistency Is Good

>> Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Andrew had his checkup this morning and all is well. He is just below the 50th percentile for weight, which is exactly consistent with his two-month stats, so his gain has been fine and as usual I was worrying over nothing. I think he is just a bit of a light eater. Holding him down for his shots was traumatic! He cried and cried, then fell asleep and has been sleeping ever since. Poor monkey.

Our drive home yesterday was fine, but then he was cranky all evening. Poor Daddy didn't get any smiles when he got home from work.

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Just Visiting

>> Friday, September 25, 2009

Andrew and I went on quite the road trip yesterday, just the two of us. What would usually be a 4.5-hour drive turned into a 6.5-hour drive as I made frequent stops to get the poor little guy out of his car seat and to feed and change him. It wasn't as bad as I'd feared it would be. Andrew was a trooper and only cried a little bit. When we arrived, he met his great-grandmother for the first time and was at his charming best, talking and smiling away for her. I'm so glad. We're here till Tuesday. Keep your fingers crossed for me that the trip home will be as uneventful as the drive up.

Oh, I should update on the breastfeeding situation. I was close to cancelling this trip but things improved drastically starting on Sunday. He hasn't refused a feeding in a week. He still fusses and pulls off, and I'm not entirely sure he's getting enough to eat, but he's having plenty of wet diapers and seems content. I gave him a bottle this afternoon just to ease my mind. I will discuss my concerns at his four-month checkup on Wednesday.

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Walking Around Naked

>> Saturday, September 19, 2009

That's how I have to feed my baby, it seems. I read the suggestion in a book and thought it sounded crazy — why on earth would that work? But it does. We've done it a twice now (okay, fine, let's try it naked), and he latches on while I'm standing and then after a minute allows me to sit and nurse him as usual. Weirdo. I don't know if it'll work every time he resists, but I'm glad to have found something...

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More Breastfeeding Woes

>> Thursday, September 17, 2009

Things were going really well for a while there, but now I just don't know. He seems to be fine, but I don't see how he can possibly be getting enough in his five feedings. Here's our nursing schedule:

- upon waking in the morning
- after each nap (3 or sometimes 4)
- once sometime during the night (he will occasionally STTN and miss this one)

He's still only awake for two hours at a time and I can't get him to nurse twice during one waking period. I could accept that five feedings might be enough IF they were all good feedings, but they're often not. The nighttime and first morning feeding are usually excellent, but the after-nap sessions are often troubled by one of two problems:

1) Suck, suck, pull off and cry, relatch quickly, suck, suck, repeat.
2) Complete refusal to take the nipple at all. Scream and arch back.

The first reaction leads me to believe I'm having supply issues. (I've been on domperidone for three months, thanks to the breastfeeding clinic I went to when Andrew was a tiny baby, and was trying to wean off of it, so this is entirely possible.)

The second reaction just baffles me.

Oh, I should add that he's more than willing to take a bottle of breastmilk after either of the two negative reactions. He doesn't spit up excessively. He has plenty of wet diapers, and I think he's gaining weight at about one pound a month, which seems to be acceptable. I'll have to confirm this at his four-month appointment on September 30.

Wish this could be easier. Anyone have any thoughts on what could be going on here?

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LOVE

>> Sunday, September 13, 2009

Because it's been a little while since I've posted a pic...

Andrew often greets me with this face when I rescue him from his crib after a nap. Melts my heart every time!



We did a little photo shoot with his teddy bears.



He still loves his thumb.

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Tough Decisions

>> Wednesday, September 9, 2009

I think we've made a very big decision, but I keep second-guessing it because it's a scary one. I just don't know how to make a decision like this.

Here it is: I don't think I'm going back to work after my leave. How am I supposed to leave my baby to go back to a job that bores me to tears? Not to mention the fact that my job description likely will be changing for the worse while I'm off. And that daycare likely will cost more than half my take-home income. Is it worth it? I'm pretty sure it's not... Also, if I do want a spot in a daycare centre, I should be arranging it, like, now — if not about six months ago.

Also, I hope to start TTC for baby #2 around the same time I'd be returning to work, which seems like I'm being a rather poor employee considering that I got pregnant within two months of starting there. (Keep in mind, my American friends, that maternity leave here is one year: I worked there for 10 months, took a year off, then hope to be having another baby and taking another year off ASAP. Bad employee.)

Keith's income covers our bills and basic living expenses with nothing to spare. Anything I bring in would be for discretional spending and savings. I hope to be able to earn some money as a freelancer, but obviously that wouldn't be reliable income. Scary!

Am I selfish for wanting to stay home? Is this the right decision for my family, or am I endangering our financial well-being for all the wrong reasons? I can't tell. Is it even the best thing for Andrew? Maybe he'd benefit from daycare. I don't know!

I don't know how to make this decision. Keith tells me I should not return to work, but he's rather flippant about it. The real weight of it is on my shoulders.

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A Year Ago Today...

>> Monday, August 31, 2009

Every mommy blogger does this. Can you guess? That's right, a year ago today, I got the BFP that resulted in my darling baby boy.

It was 12dpo, the Sunday of the Labour Day weekend. I woke up early to pee and decided to test. I suspected it would be positive, and it was! I bounced into the bedroom, woke up DH, and dragged him to the bathroom. He was confused, thinking I just wanted to get an early start on our day. (Silly boy; that's not like me. I like my sleep!) Once he shook off the confusion, he examined the test and agreed that it was positive. Then I think we went back to bed. I'm not sure. But I do remember that we spent the day walking along the beach and talking about the future. And I got fries from a chip wagon. It couldn't have been more perfect. :)

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Three Months Old!

>> Saturday, August 22, 2009


Happy quarter-year, my sweet Andyroo! At three months old, Andrew weighs 14 pounds 6 ounces and measures approximately 25.5 inches. The months are flying by! I can't believe how big he's gotten.

He's finally laughing, but so far only a handful of times. We're busy falling over ourselves with silliness trying to elicit these precious giggles. (I have a super cute video but can't get Blogger to post it.)

Today, as an entire online community grieves the great loss suffered by one of its members, I am so grateful to be celebrating this little milestone. My dear, beautiful boy, you have changed my life completely and forever. I love you so much.

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De Quervain's Tenosynovitis

>> Wednesday, August 19, 2009

In the last month or so of my pregnancy, I developed horrible pain in my right wrist. It was most intense first thing in the morning; I guess it got stiff while I slept. My OB said it was De Quervain's Syndrome, a type of tendonitis, and said it's common in pregnancy and would likely get worse after the baby arrived. She was right. (Apparently it's also more common in lactating women and it could go away when I stop breastfeeding, which seems to have happened for this mom, but that's still a long way off for me.)

Lifting my baby out of his crib or car seat hurts. Nursing him (holding his head and my breast) hurts. Dressing myself hurts!

But my initial research online didn't give me much hope. Limit use is the number one recommendation — yeah, right. Icing it and taking Ibuprofen might mask the pain but wouldn't cure it. Wearing a splint doesn't seem like a viable option — that would restrict movement and therefore make it difficult to care for the baby. Steroid shots and surgery seem to be the next steps. Ugh. I SO don't want to go there.

Today, three months post-partum, I finally went to see my doctor about it. She said to ice it and take Ibuprofen. I declined a referral to a physiotherapist for now, because it would be difficult for me to get to regular appointments with no one to watch the baby, so she said I could try to find some exercises on the Internet to do at home.

I found some to help rehabilitate the wrist once the pain eases — not helpful now. And then I saw this on YouTube. This guy claims a simple stretch, done in reps of 15 three times a day, cleared up his severe case of De Quervain's in just three weeks. Someone commented that he tried it and it worked for him too in just three DAYS! I'm going to give it a try. Why not? I'll report back to let you know if it helped.

Does anyone else have a De Quervain's experience to share?

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Sleepy Musings

>> Monday, August 10, 2009

The funny thing about babies is that just when you think you know them and their behaviour, everything changes all over again. Andrew's sleep habits have changed twice since I last posted about his stellar routine. After a couple of bumps in the road he seems to be settling down again into a decent pattern — which is to say he's napping about three times a day and waking only once during the night.

I suppose at some point I'll have to stop rocking him to sleep so that he can learn to self-soothe, but I think we're going to put off all that rigmarole until he's at least four months old. Then we *may* attempt sleep training a la Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child. We loosely follow it now, attempting at least to get him to sleep every two hours, and that seems to work well. I'm just not sure how to move to the next step. A regular bedtime? Not even close. For now I'm fine with simply following Andrew's cues and letting his needs dictate the day. I know I'm lucky to be able to do this, and I intend to enjoy it. I can already see that the tiny baby stage is so fleeting.

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Don't Forget the Pets

>> Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Austin, our kitty, is sick. He was acting funny all day on Thursday, and then in the evening he had a few seizures. I took him to an emergency clinic at 11 p.m., in a thunderstorm, to get checked out. He spent the night there, and in the morning we took him to his regular vet for more testing. More than $1,200 later (eek!), we still have no answers. The vet's best guess is that poor Austin has a brain tumour, and he suggests that we simply wait until he has another seizure and then bring him in to be put down. So sad. He's been fine since we brought him home on Friday, and hopefully he will continue to be fine for a good long time to come. He's 12 years old, which is a decent age, I guess, but I always thought cats tended to live much longer.

Now here's where the guilt comes in. Shortly before the baby was born, Austin started living in our storage closet. He continued to spend all his time in there for weeks after the baby was born. Even when he eventually returned to his normal hangouts, he wasn't getting much attention from us. (You have to understand: he's a very temperamental cat. You can't just pet him whenever you want to; he has to come to you. But he has a talent for choosing the most inconvenient times possible, and more often than not he came looking for affection when we were busy with the baby, and so we pushed him away.) I wonder if stress and depression could have triggered the seizures — could have activated the brain tumour.

We're trying harder now to make sure he gets a daily dose of affection.

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In Other News

>> Tuesday, July 21, 2009


Andrew is officially two months old! Time is just flying by. I'm happy to say that his life is extremely well documented with photographs so far! I'm a little bit obsessed with taking pictures of my beautiful boy.

Things are going well. I'm definitely more comfortable in my role as a mother these days, now that breastfeeding is going so well and he's a pretty good little sleeper. Fingers crossed on that one, though. I know it can change overnight. We do occasionally have off days, but there are more good than bad.

Now that he's awake for longer stretches I'm at a bit of a loss as to how to keep him occupied and entertained. I think I'm going to have to take him outside more often. Even if he can't play, he can still appreciate the sunlight and the breeze and the greenery, right? Hmm. Any suggestions on activities to do with a two-month-old baby?

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Wall Letters

I've been feeling sad because I didn't have the opportunity to decorate a nursery, since we still rent a one-bedroom apartment. A few weeks ago I was suddenly hit with the urge to do something special for Andrew's corner of our bedroom. So I decided to do the easiest project imaginable — decorate wooden wall letters to spell out Andrew's name.

You can buy these pre-made online, but this tends to be a very costly option, and it's such a simple thing to do yourself. There are many, many directions for this project on the Internet, but I'm going to post my own here anyway.


How to decorate wooden wall letters:

First, buy plain wooden letters. You can find these at craft stores or in the craft section of certain big box stores. The ones pictured here cost $2 each. Other supplies you'll need: colourful scrapbook paper, Mod Podge, a sponge brush. You might also want a small can of paint in a coordinating colour and a small brush to paint the sides and backs of the letters.



Start by tracing the letters onto the scrapbook paper and cut them out to fit precisely onto the front of the letters.

Next, paint the sides and backs of the letters, if you choose to do so. I decided to use a cream-coloured paint. It would have been easier had I primed the wood first, but instead I just slathered on two thick coats of paint and hoped for the best.

Once the paint is dry, use the sponge brush to apply Mod Podge to the front of the first letter. Press the scrapbook cutout onto the wood. It's best to do this step one letter at a time, as the Mod Podge dries quickly.



Finally, apply two or three coats of Mod Podge on top of the scrapbook paper to create a durable, shiny surface. I attached mine to the wall with Velcro.



This is so easy and the results are very satisfying.

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Eight Weeks

>> Saturday, July 18, 2009

It's official: we have a thumbsucker. An avid thumbsucker at that. He's always shoving his fist at his mouth, impatiently trying to get the thumb. Sometimes he gets frustrated and yells and cries. When he gets it, he makes loud smacking, slurping, and sucking noises. It's pretty entertaining, for us and for him. I figure thumbsucking is better than using a pacifier in that it's self-soothing. We won't have to fetch it and stick it back in when he drops it. Not that I'm against pacis. We have some; I just never got around to giving him one. And now that he's found his thumb, I guess there's no need.

He's also fallen into a decent sleep routine over the past week. That six-hour stretch I was so excited about a couple of weeks ago is now typical. He's slept nine hours straight twice! We're consistently down to one nighttime feeding, which Mommy appreciates ever so much.



I love these pictures. That second one — that's the face he makes while he's talking to us. "A-goooo?" he says. So freaking cute! I just love him to pieces. :)

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Seven-Week Update

>> Wednesday, July 8, 2009

I'm more in love with my sweet baby all the time. I adore how interactive he's becoming, smiling and cooing and flailing his limbs in excitement when we talk to him. We're still eagerly awaiting the first giggles. His sleep is unpredictable; he has good days and bad days. He's spitting up quite a lot lately.

The breastfeeding is going well now, I think. I haven't used the lactation device in about two weeks, and I haven't had to give him a bottle in about a week. Yep, it's all boob, all the time.

I cancelled my next appointment at the breastfeeding clinic. I always leave there feeling discouraged and deflated. I don't need that now. We're on track, as far as I'm concerned, and I'm not going to give anyone the opportunity to tell me otherwise. As long as my boy is growing and healthy, I'm happy. He has a checkup on Friday. I can't wait to see how much weight he's gained.

And now a couple more pictures, because he's just so cute!


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Ah, Sleep

>> Thursday, July 2, 2009

New record: Almost six hours last night! From 10:00 to 3:45. Keep it up, baby!

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Some Pictures

>> Tuesday, June 30, 2009









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Playtime!

>> Sunday, June 28, 2009

My darling boy hasn't been sleeping much (at all, even) during the day recently. It's made for a stressed out, sleep-deprived mommy and a grumpy baby. Well, today he had not one but TWO daytime naps, thanks in part to Daddy's awesome rocking skills. After the first nap, he woke up smiling instead of crying, ate more efficiently than he ever does, and played for the first time on his play mat. (See picture. I also have videos!) Two hours later, Daddy rocked him back to sleep and, to my utter amazement, got him down for a second nap! The first nap was three hours long; he's just starting to stir now, one hour into his second nap.

Happy baby makes for a happy mommy. I've had an awesome day — don't even know what to do with all this free time — and I hope I can keep up this routine during the week.

It's so much fun watching him interact with us and his environment. He seemed to enjoy his play mat, batting and cooing at the dangling toys and kicking his legs and panting in excitement. So adorable!

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Wowza!

>> Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Andrew has gained almost a pound in just eight days, for a grand total of 10 pounds, 12 ounces at five weeks of age. Unbelievable!

I was feeling better about the breastfeeding situation, but I was knocked back down by today's appointment at the clinic. The nurse there told me that the reason Andrew isn't napping properly is that he's hungry. If he was really satiated, she said, he'd have no problem going for a two-hour nap in his crib after each feeding.

I have no idea how to apply this knowledge. I'm not sure how I could possibly feed him more. And, well, his weight gain is spectacular. How could he gain like that if he's going hungry all day?

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One Month Old

>> Sunday, June 21, 2009


My sweet baby is already a month old, can you believe it? He's about to outgrow this sleeper already. His daddy and I are sad about that — it's such a cute sleeper. What a silly thing to be sad about! I know there will be many favourite outfits in his future. But... he's already getting so big! Time is flying by.

This weekend we took Andrew to my hometown to meet the rest of my family — his grandpa and step-grandma, his step-aunts and step-cousins, his great-grandparents, and his many great-uncles and a few cousins. Of course everyone doted on him and called him cute. (Of course they said he's cute, but I tend to believe them. I may be biased.)

I know it's a bit early, but I swear he smiles and makes happy faces in response to his environment. The two of us had a lovely half-hour on Saturday morning during which I cooed and stuck out my tongue and made faces and he grinned and cooed and squirmed in response. I'm so in love. We're eagerly awaiting the first baby giggles.

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9 lbs 14 oz

>> Wednesday, June 17, 2009

That's how much Andrew weighs as of yesterday. That means he gained 1 lb, 8 oz in the 12 days between visits to the breastfeeding clinic — solid evidence that I'm not starving my baby. What a relief! And I haven't been supplementing very much, probably an average of only 150 mL (5 oz) per day, so he's getting plenty from breastfeeding.

I've decided to take the clinic's advice as a guideline and do my own thing from there. Specifically, I am going to pump when I can, and I am not going to hesitate to give Andrew a bottle when he is frantic and screaming and refusing both breasts. I'll keep the bottle as a last resort, but I will use it if I feel it is necessary for baby's health and my sanity.

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Babyfeeding Update

>> Monday, June 8, 2009

The first feeding after the visit with the breastfeeding clinic was disastrous. It was a three-hour-long marathon that left me sobbing and both of us very frustrated, while Keith kept saying, "It's okay, it's okay." I couldn't get the hold or the latch right; the compressions didn't seem to do anything; we couldn't get the stupid tube to work. Finally, I gave up and told Keith to get us a bottle.

Things have progressed since then, but I don't think this is any easier or necessarily better than what I was doing before. We were muddling along at least as well as we are now. More than ever I feel like I am constantly nursing.

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I wrote the above about 14 hours ago. The latest update: I seem to have gone from apparent undersupply to oversupply. My baby now cries and claws at his face and my breast and pulls off the nipple, only to frantically reattach and repeat the process. He is spitting up a great deal. I can't seem to fill his belly, which means constant marathon feeds and no sleep for either of us. This is very upsetting. I can understand now why people quit.

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Adventures in Babyfeeding

>> Thursday, June 4, 2009

On his third day of life, the first day we had him home alone, my poor little Andrew wasn't having any wet or dirty diapers. Around the 18-hour mark of the dry spell, I called the provincial health help line and was told to take him to emergency. We were there for nine miserable hours, from 11:30 p.m. to 9:00 a.m., with me crying intermittently from the guilt and frustration of not being able to provide well enough for my baby despite what felt like constant nursing. At the hospital they took blood from his heel (twice, because they didn't take enough the first time) and twice tried unsuccessfully to catheterize him. They declared him mildly dehydrated and had me feed him a bottle of formula. We left with instructions to supplement with formula.

Since then we've been paranoid — is he getting enough? For the next week we gave him formula by bottle after every breastfeeding session. Once my milk came in, on day five after the birth, we rushed out and bought a $200 breast pump to relieve the engorgement and with the hope of replacing the formula with breast milk. Between the frequent, long feedings and Andrew's preference to nap on me, I've been having a hard time figuring out when to pump and have only been managing it once a day.

I have a very sleepy baby who is all eager to take the nipple but falls asleep within minutes. He never seems to suck deeply. One of my baby books calls him a nipper napper. And I guess he's probably become used to the ease of bottlefeeding and just waits out the time I keep him on the breast until I give in and offer the bottle. I also often have to wake him from naps when it's been too long between feedings.

And my nipples hurt.

I went to a breastfeeding clinic today and found out I've been doing everything wrong. At the hospital they told me I might find football hold easiest because of my large breasts; the folks at the clinic said I should really do cross-cradle. I should supplement with a lactation aid instead of a bottle, and I should stop pumping to allow my breasts to fill up. I should start taking three different kinds of supplements (fenugreek, blessed thistle, and domperidone) three times a day to boost my milk supply. Oh! They also said he had a tongue tie, meaning the little flap of skin under his tongue (the frenulum) was too tight, and clipped it on the spot. Apparently there are no nerve endings there, and it didn't seem to hurt him.

It's all just a little overwhelming. Shouldn't breastfeeding be easy and natural?

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I Love

>> Wednesday, June 3, 2009

People warned me that life with a newborn is rough, and while I had no trouble believing that is true, there was no way I could really understand until I experienced it. It's hard. It's awful to be achingly tired knowing that there's no hope of getting more than three hours of sleep at a time for months to come. It's difficult to deal with a fussy, crying, screaming baby while you're so tired you just want to cry yourself. And I do cry with him sometimes. And sometimes I cry just looking at him and marvelling at how beautiful he is, at what a miracle he is, at how lucky I am to have him. I'm so full of love.

I love...

- his quiet alert moments when he gazes at me intently with his bright eyes
- his cute little baby noises
- his warm weight as he sleeps curled up on my chest
- the silky hair on his velvety head
- the way he holds his fists on either side of his mouth when he eats
- the way he makes a dozen adorable faces as he slowly wakes from a deep sleep

... and so much more.

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Introducing Andrew Rowan!

>> Thursday, May 28, 2009

You probably all guessed that I had my baby during my disappearance. He arrived on Thursday, May 21, ten days after my due date, after a long induction process. He weighed eight pounds even and measured nearly twenty-two inches. He's beautiful.



I finally had time to type up my birth story. Here's the short version, followed by the more detailed version, which I wrote mostly for myself.

Short version:

The induction process began on Tuesday afternoon with the insertion of Cervidil to soften and dilate my stubborn cervix. After monitoring me and the baby for a couple of hours, they sent us home to let the Cervidil do its thing. On Wednesday morning my cervix was still closed and they told us to come back at 4:00 p.m. By then I was 1 cm dilated and declared "rupturable." So they broke my water and started Pitocin at about 6:30. I held out until just after midnight before asking for an epidural and was upset to learn that I had only made it to 4 cm. But things progressed rapidly after that and I was fully dilated around 7 a.m. There were some issues with the baby's heart rate and I had to wear an oxygen mask for a while. The doctor guessed that the cord was wrapped around his neck and that turned out to be the case. Before I started pushing she told me it may have to be a forceps delivery and could even end up a c-section. Thankfully he tolerated the pushing well enough, and after an hour and a half (and a small episiotomy) he was here! The doctor described him as "stunned" at birth, but he stabalized within a few minutes and they finally brought him to me. So it was a little bit dramatic but turned out very well. He's absolutely perfect.

Long version:

I went to see my OB on Tuesday, May 19, for my regularly scheduled 41-week appointment. I knew we would be talking induction, especially when the internal exam revealed that my cervix was still closed, but I was not prepared for her to tell me to head over to the hospital to get things started that day! She called ahead and apparently someone told her it was a slow day in L&D, so it was good timing.

Keith met me and my mom at the hospital around 1:00 p.m. — and L&D was packed. They sent us and two other couples away for lunch, saying they’d figure out what to do with us while we were gone. Um, what? I can come back another day. Really, I don’t mind…

I finally got in around 4:00 p.m. They inserted Cervidil to soften and dilate my cervix and monitored me and the baby for two hours, then sent us home with instructions to return in the morning to begin part two of the induction: Pitocin to start contractions if they hadn’t started on their own. I had no contractions and felt nothing at all, really, so I shouldn’t have been surprised when the next morning my cervix was still closed and they sent us home to give it more time.

When we went back at 4:00 p.m. on Wednesday I was 1 cm dilated and declared "rupturable," so they broke my water and started Pitocin at about 6:30. I laboured mostly sitting upright in bed, disappointed that they wouldn’t let me off the monitors so I could use the awesome-looking Jacuzzi tub.

Just after midnight I finally asked for an epidural and was frustrated to learn that I had only made it to 4 cm. The nurse had me sit on the side of the bed to wait for the anesthesiologist, and I had a little breakdown, upset with myself for not holding out longer, and also in greater pain in that position. I was shaking uncontrollably and wondering how I was going to be still for the insertion. The procedure itself wasn’t so bad, and I was able to nap on and off for the rest of the night.

Things progressed rapidly after I got the epidural, though there were some issues with the baby’s heart rate dropping that seemed to improve when the nurse had me lie on my side. I had to wear an oxygen mask for a while. I was fully dilated at about 7:00 a.m. The nurse had me push a few times but then wanted to wait for my OB to arrive because the baby’s heart rate kept dropping. It was so hard to ride out those contractions without pushing!

The doctor finally arrived around 9:00. She guessed that the cord was wrapped around the baby’s neck and told me that it may have to be a forceps delivery and could even end up a c-section. Thankfully, this time the baby tolerated the pushing well enough. The end was so hard, and I found myself crying that I couldn’t do it. The doctor assured me that it shouldn’t hurt, that I should only be feeling pressure, but there was definitely pain. Finally, with the help of a small episiotomy, it was over and my sweet baby was here! (I was surprised to learn later that I pushed for an hour and a half.) The cord was indeed wrapped around his neck, and the doctor described him as "stunned," but he stabalized within a few minutes and they finally brought him to me for some skin-to-skin time.

So it was a little bit dramatic but turned out very well. He's absolutely perfect. He sustained a broken clavicle during the delivery but we were assured that it causes him no pain and will not be a problem.



A couple of random observations:

1. I was shocked by the amount of amniotic fluid that came out of me throughout the labour process. At one point the nurse unhooked me from the monitors so that I could go to the bathroom, and I gushed fluid all the way across the room to the toilet. My socks were soaked and the nurse had to mop up behind me. The nurse regularly had to change my bed pad and “diaper” because the fluid gushed every time I shifted position.

2. Keith commented that he was unprepared for the, uh, horrible odour that came with every push and especially with the delivery. He thought I should share that with all of you. He also said the placenta seemed to be almost as big as the baby!

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Biophysical Profile

>> Friday, May 15, 2009

Well, at 40w4d, our little monkey is doing just fine and seems quite happy to stay put a while longer. As the ultrasound tech said, "The bad news is that we have no excuse to induce today." Since I still hope to avoid induction, I'm truly okay with that. She estimated his weight at 6.5 pounds.

I guess if I make it to my OB appointment on Tuesday we'll set an induction date then, and we'll do another BPP on Wednesday.

Mom's coming in the morning. Must clean and grocery shop!

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The Family Situation

>> Thursday, May 14, 2009

My mom lives about two hours away. For various reasons, she decided she's going to come on May 16, whether the baby's here or not. So, she's coming on Saturday to stay with us for possibly as long as a week in our one-bedroom apartment. (She's driving here alone for the first time in the eight years I've lived here, by the way — she's very afraid of the highway near the big city. I guess she just needed the right incentive! I'm not holding my breath on it becoming a regular occurrence, though.)

It would have been convenient if the baby had decided to show up before she comes. See, Keith and I agree that we don't want the family hanging around the hospital while I'm in L&D. We're not planning to call anyone until late in the process or possibly even after the delivery. And the hospital encourages an hour of skin-to-skin time immediately after the birth. I want that time to belong to the three of us. If there are people anxiously waiting outside to meet the baby, I'm going to feel like I have to let them in, and then I'll probably feel like I have to pass him around.

My mom doesn't know anyone else here, and it would be weird and mean to make her wait at our place the whole time. I guess she's going to end up at the hospital with us. I love my mom and we get along fine, but I have no desire to have her present for any part of L&D. And if she's there, how can we keep my in-laws away?

This is all going to be so awkward when it shouldn't be. Or maybe, as usual, I'm making things more complicated than they need to be. I just wish I knew how it was all going to go down. It would be awesome if I went into labour tomorrow. Interesting side note, though — if he's born tomorrow he'll share both our wedding anniversary and his grandfather's birthday.

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Nothing to Report

>> Tuesday, May 12, 2009

At 40w1d, my cervix is still closed and firm. There could be no stripping of membranes. I'm kind of glad, because the thought of that sort of freaks me out. Maybe it's just the terminology — "stripping the membranes" sounds very unpleasant, although from what I've read it's no big deal. If I'm still pregnant I'll be going for a biophysical profile on Friday to make sure the baby is still safe and happy in there.

Come out, little one! Your mommy and daddy want to meet you!

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My "First Mother's Day"

>> Monday, May 11, 2009


My dear sweet hubby decided to "hedge his bets" (his words) and treat this as my first Mother's Day. He gave me an adorable card and the necklace you see here. There's a tiny diamond on the smaller heart that represents our baby. "I hope the gift will always remind you of all the joy and excitement surrounding the birth of our son," he wrote it the card. Awww...

Later we went out for delicious ice cream at the Mar.ble Slab. It was my second time there and his first. It's amazing! Keith says we'll definitely be going back there this summer. Yay!

It was a beautiful day. The only thing that could have made it better is the arrival of our baby, but he seems quite comfy in there. I haven't been feeling anything that would indicate progress. I'll update tomorrow after my OB appointment.

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First Internal Check

>> Wednesday, May 6, 2009

At 39w2d, my cervix is closed and firm. This does not surprise me at all. My OB says after the due date they'll start sending me to the hospital for ultrasounds to make sure the baby's still doing all right in there. Sounds like they'll start talking induction one week to ten days after the due date.

Come on, baby, I sooo don't want to be induced!

I'm feeling very nervous about this whole labour and delivery thing right at this moment.

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Let the Labour Watch Begin

>> Sunday, May 3, 2009

Friday was my last day in the office. The next four days will be my earned vacation days, and then my maternity leave officially begins on May 8. I have ONE YEAR off — amazing! It feels so weird to exchange my working identity with my still unknown mommy identity. In the meantime, there's nothing to do but wait for labour. Well, that and clean and organize and make things as perfect as possible for my baby boy's arrival.

Not much else has happened since my last post. Last Friday I had a 24-hour sickness that I'm calling food poisoning. Someone kindly pointed out to me that vomiting and diarrhea can also be signs of early labour, so I had a minor panic over that on my way to see my OB for my regularly scheduled appointment. But she assured me that if I'm not having contractions I'm probably not in labour. Okay, that makes sense. I'm having a fair number of the belly-tightening episodes that I call Braxton Hicks contractions, but certainly no real contractions.

Finally, can I just say that my husband is awesome? He did four loads of laundry this morning before I even got out of bed. Yesterday he cleaned the bathroom, which is the one chore that is always mine. I hope to prevail upon him today to clean all the floors. He always does more than his fair share of the housework — and cooks dinner more often than not — but he has been outstanding in the last couple of weeks as my pregnancy has become increasingly cumbersome.

Yesterday we went out for a nice dinner to celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary. It's not until May 15, but we celebrated early for obvious reasons. Dinner was awesome — fantastic steak followed by "chocolate heaven" for dessert. When we got home, Keith handed me a card and a gift. We don't usually do anniversary gifts, and last year I didn't even get a card ("I didn't think we were doing cards"), so you can imagine my surprise. And he did good! It was a beautiful white gold chain with a heart-shaped diamond-crusted pendant. So pretty.

Here are some pictures:



And finally, a belly shot that I love (38w5d):

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FULL TERM!

>> Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Can you believe it? The past few weeks especially have flown by. I've been blessed with an incredibly easy pregnancy so far — couldn't have asked for any better. The aches and pains are just now setting in, but I knew it was only a matter of time. Surely nobody completely escapes that particular pregnancy problem. I can't believe I'm so close to the end.




I got a little artsy with that last one, huh? What do you think? LOL

Actually, I'm pretty much in love with my belly right now. I think it's perfect and endlessly fascinating. The baby's movements are so strong now, and so close to the surface. So undeniably real.

I can't quite fathom that I'm going to be a mommy sometime in the next three weeks. I can't even fully wrap my head around labour and delivery, let alone how drastically my life will change once I have a newborn. It's overwhelming. It's thrilling and terrifying at the same time. I hope I can be a good mother. I hope some maternal instinct takes over and guides me whenever I'm full of doubt, which will probably be often.

I feel unprepared, like I don't know nearly enough about taking care of a baby. I don't even know enough about the stuff involved in taking care of a baby. I really don't think we have everything we'll need, but I couldn't tell you what we're missing... if that makes any sense.

Anyway. Despite the anxiety, I'm happy, and I know we'll be just fine. I can't wait to meet my (still nameless) son!

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Work, Work, Work

>> Monday, April 13, 2009

All I want to do right now is plan for baby, prepare for baby, and daydream about baby. But instead I am still struggling to finish my last major project at work. I missed my original deadline (today) by a long shot and have promised my boss that I will absolutely be finished by the end of this week. To do so I will have to work late every night. Like I did last week. I'm so tired.

Okay, okay. I just have to get through this week and then I can relax, and in another two weeks I will be done work for a year. Imagine — a whole year!

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35/35

>> Monday, April 6, 2009

I couldn't let this milestone pass without comment: 35 weeks down, 35 days to go. Wow! I'm going to be a mommy so soon!

Have I mentioned that apparently I've gotten huge? In the space of a month I went from comments on how small my belly is to comments on how huge it is — and, yes, at my shower last weekend, someone even uttered the dreaded "Are you sure it's not twins?"

Friday was my "surprise" work shower. It was very nice — beautifully decorated with daffodils (one of my favourites) and yellow and green tablecloths and streamers. It was a potluck lunch and everyone brought delicious things. My 33-week pregnant co-worker and I each got a little gift basket with a towel, facecloths, booties, and a Babies.R.Us gift card. One very crafty co-worker made each of us a stuffed bear. An employee who has been on maternity leave since I started there dropped by with her baby and brought each of us a beautifully wrapped gift. Mine was an adorable yellow sleeper with a mouse on it.

The tortuous part of the work shower was the attention from so many people I barely know. One co-worker kindly told me later that I turned red and splotchy and my hands were shaking as I opened the gifts. Nice. I'm just glad I was sharing the spotlight. Of course, I'm sure they wouldn't have gone to all the trouble of a shower just for me anyway. After all, I'm still the "new girl," and I haven't really made any friends.

On an unrelated side note, while chatting at the shower I learned that my team leader thought I was 23, max. For some reason that really bothers me. I'm 31. I've had my driver's licence for 15 years. I have seven years of experience working in my field. I've been married for five years. It took nearly two years to conceive this baby. Really — I've come a long way since 23.

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Baby Shower!

>> Sunday, March 29, 2009



My in-laws threw me a shower yesterday! It was very nice, with lots of good food and amazing presents. We got sooo many clothes and lots of bibs. Keith's cousin, the hostess, got us the bathtub from our registry (a big one!) and filled it with stuffed animals, onesies, and miscellaneous baby goodies. I wish I'd taken a picture before I took it apart! We are now officially overwhelmed with baby stuff. Ack! Time for some serious organization.

I found out via an email that someone neglected to pick up from the printer that my co-workers are throwing me a "surprise" baby shower this Friday. It's actually a shared shower, thankfully: another girl in my group is due just two weeks after I am, and a third had her baby a couple of weeks ago. The other two should rightfully get most of the attention. I'll be more than happy to fade into the background for that one!

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Got Wheels, Will Travel!

>> Tuesday, March 24, 2009


We bought a car yesterday! After months of spinning our wheels on the issue, researching but getting nowhere, the purchase seems to have happened quite suddenly. We are the proud owners of a shiny, bright red hatchback. We are not hagglers, but I feel like we got a decent price, and it is everything we wanted (except colour; I would have preferred blue over red, but I guess you can't be picky about trivial things like that when you're buying used). Boy, it was hard to give up such a big chunk of our savings.

It looked like insurance would be a huge stumbling block, but tonight I got a fantastic quote and jumped on it. The dealer is taking care of everything else, and it's all falling into place. We should be able to pick it up on the weekend. As with most things, buying my first car was not nearly as complicated a process as I made it out to be in my head.

So, I made it to the ripe old age of 31 without ever owning a car. I have been happy enough with the public transit lifestyle. But baby changes everything, and this is no exception. Keith just got his beginner's licence and won't be able to drive alone for eight to twelve months, so the car's all mine for most of my maternity leave. I'm so excited about having the freedom to visit friends and family, most of whom live out of town, whenever I want or need company or a change of scenery.

That said, I am a nervous driver. I hope to gain confidence behind the wheel — behind my very own wheel! — but it'll take time, especially when driving on the crazy, aggressive streets of the big city with baby in tow. When Keith and I are going somewhere together we'll argue over who drives, because neither of us really wants to!

But I'm excited. Really. :)

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To My TTC Friends

>> Wednesday, March 18, 2009

I struggled with conceiving this baby long enough to know that I had it easy. Sometimes I feel guilty that, having been part of the infertility community for a relatively short time, I got off so lightly. I have too many friends still in the trenches, still pouring their hearts and hopes (and money) into the dream of becoming parents.

This is a particularly exciting and eventful time for a bunch of my TTC friends. To those who have recently been blessed with BFPs — I am so very happy for you and I wish you healthy, successful pregnancies. To those who are about to undergo or have recently completed treatment — I desperately hope this is the one that makes your dreams come true.

I am not the praying sort, but my thoughts are with you, and I am here to offer whatever support I can.

Love and best wishes,

Jennifer

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Pictures

>> Wednesday, March 11, 2009


30 weeks
(Well, 30w6d, to be exact. I was lazy last week.)



31 weeks
(showing off my fabulous new rocker/glider)

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I've Been a Bad Blogger

>> Friday, March 6, 2009

Hello, blogosphere! I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. I was waiting to post my 30-week belly pic (30 weeks seems like a milestone — three-quarters of the way there!) but I still haven't taken it. I've been feeling very blah over the past couple of weeks. Increased fatigue, decreased interest in work, etc.

Today I had my 30-week OB appointment, and it kind of sucked. Oh, everything's fine with the pregnancy. But on the most beautiful day in months I had to spend more than an hour sitting in a stuffy, overcrowded waiting room, getting increasingly frustrated as several patients who arrived well after I did were called in before me. Then I was weighed, and the scale read several pounds higher than my scale at home, so they now have it on their records that I've gained 30 pounds... and I got the weight talk. I need to curb my weight gain; I should gain no more than five more pounds during the remainder of the pregnancy. Ugh. This legitimizes the stress I've been feeling, despite my denials and best efforts, over the scale.

Well. What else? I have decided that I am not comfortable with the used car seat my aunt and uncle passed on to me. It was manufactured in 2000, and I don't know its history any further back than the past year, when my cousin used it for her baby. The stroller that came with it would be fine, but it's really big and bulky, and its only appeal was that it went with the car seat. So it looks like I'm newly in the market for a travel system! I am currently in love with the Ma.xi-Co.si For.ay, but the price is definitely making me hesitate. If anyone has experience with that stroller, or would like to recommend another one, please comment!

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Big.Bad.Baby.Blanket.

>> Wednesday, February 18, 2009

I finished it!! I think I started it when I was about 12 weeks pregnant. It's the biggest thing I've ever made. I'm so happy with it, imperfections and all!



The pattern is slightly modified (to make 16 smaller squares instead of 4 huge squares) from Debbie Stoller's Stitch 'N Bitch, and the yarn is Debbie Bliss Stella (60% silk, 20% rayon, 20% cotton), pretty, soft, and machine washable. I haven't blocked it yet, but it should measure 32' x 32'.

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28 Weeks

>> Monday, February 16, 2009

"I get a kick out of you!"



Hmm, not much to report this week. I had my 28-week appointment on Wednesday, and everything's good. My OB measured my uterus for the first time and announced that it's measuring a bit large but it's "nothing to worry about." Baby's heartbeat seemed louder than usual, possibly a result of his increasingly cramped quarters.

I think I'm slowing down a bit. My hips and legs are occasionally sore and achy. I get a massive head rush if I bend over. It's hard to kneel down. But these are minor complaints; I'm still feeling quite good overall, and I'm so grateful that this pregnancy has been easy and uneventful so far.

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"Hello in There!"

>> Monday, February 9, 2009

Sometimes Keith yells "Hello in there!" at my belly. I've tried to explain that it's not necessary to yell; it's not like the baby's going to distinguish the syllables and understand the words. He just needs to hear the voice, and he'll get that through ordinary conversation. (At least that's what I think.)

Keith has been trying to feel kicks for a few weeks now, but he never leaves his hand in place long enough. He gives up too easily. But yesterday, at 26w6d, he finally caught a particularly active few minutes and felt a kick for the first time! So cool. I'm hoping this helps him "bond" with the baby and make feel more involved in the pregnancy.

The movements are getting stronger and more distinct now. There was a particularly powerful flurry of motion in there at about 3:00 a.m. last night. I'm sure it would have woken me up if I had been sleeping, but alas I was still up finishing the stupid freelance project. I finally stumbled into bed at 3:17, only to stumble out of bed at 6:30 to get ready for work. It was a long day, so I enjoyed the luxury of a longer-than-expected nap from 7:00 to 9:00 this evening, and wouldn't you know it? Now it's almost midnight and I'm wide awake.

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Miserable Weekend Ahead

>> Friday, February 6, 2009

I think I mentioned my freelance project? The one that allowed me to feel all right about splurging on our awesome glider? Well. It's due on Monday, and I've really barely started. I've procrastinated away the last three (almost four) weeks, as per my usual crappy work habits, and now I'm paying for it. I actually took a vacation day from my full-time job to allow me time to work on the freelance stuff today. So stupid. I'm really kicking myself. I haven't felt this way since, oh, about June. I am vividly reminded why I quit my old job in the first place.

So I'm spending this weekend more or less chained to my desk, except for a few hours tomorrow, when Keith and I go downtown for a nice dinner to take advantage of the biannual restaurant promo event the city puts on — three-course meals at a selection of restaurants for a fixed price.

And this blog post is really yet another manifestation of my rampant procrastination. Wasting time right down to the wire. Go, me!

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Hands Off the Belly!

>> Thursday, February 5, 2009

A girl at work is just two weeks behind me in her pregnancy. She has a cute, round, obvious baby belly, while I just have a large swell. Today we were standing together near our cubicles chatting about baby/pregnancy stuff, when another co-worker came up to us, put one hand on each of our bellies, and said, "Wouldn't it be cool if both of them kicked my hands at the same time??" Uhh, yeah.

She's only the second person (besides DH) who has felt up my pregnant belly. (The other was my brother-in-law's girlfriend when I was just 12 weeks.) Weird.

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Baby Furniture

>> Sunday, February 1, 2009

We returned to baby store A today and put down a deposit on a crib and a glider! They're like the pictures below but different colours. The crib is a lighter cherry wood colour, and the glider is cream with a pattern of brown and blue circles. I can't wait to hold my baby in this super awesome chair! It glides, it reclines, and it's totally comfortable enough to fall asleep in. And today the saleslady told us our order would be ready in four to six weeks, instead of the twelve weeks she'd estimated last time we were there, so I guess we'll get it sometime in March. I'm excited!



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Building the Nest

>> Wednesday, January 28, 2009

It seems it's time to start building the nest (the best we can in our one-bedroom apartment)! I dragged Keith to a baby store last week, not really thinking we'd buy anything there — maybe bedding — but just wanting to browse and admire the pretty furniture.

But then Keith says, "So, which of these do we like?" And suddenly we're seriously talking about buying one of these cribs and maybe also one of the awesome gliders. I had been assuming we'd buy a crib from Toys R Us or maybe Sears and that we'd skip the glider altogether and make do with the ugly black "leather" one we have in the living room. We've been in complete savings mode for so long (well, except for the TV Keith HAD to have last year, oh and let's not forget the PS3) that it was a bit shocking to consider spending so much more than we absolutely NEED to spend. But I have a bonus from work coming, and I'm working on a freelance project, and the extra income from those two things will more than cover what we're now thinking of spending. We quickly justified it.

So we inquire about one of the cribs, and the saleslady tells us it could take up to 12 weeks to come in. That puts us at the end of April. I'm due on May 11. Um, if we're going to do this we have to move fast!

But I feel like it's irresponsible to buy this stuff from the first place we looked at. I need to comparison shop! Men don't understand comparison shopping. Our conversation went something like this:

Keith: You like it? You think the price is okay? So let's buy it.

Me: But there might be something better and cheaper out there somewhere. You can't just buy from the first store you look at.

Keith: You've looked at other stores.

Me: Yes, but I wasn't looking with an eye to buy. Browsing is an entirely different kind of shopping.

Keith: [rolls eyes]


And so, on Thursday, while Keith's out with his buddies, I'm dragging my cousin back to a baby store I've already been to just so I can feel like I've comparison shopped. I'm about 90 percent sure the cribs and gliders at this store are much more expensive than the ones we're thinking of buying, but I need to look. Then Keith and I will go to place our order at the original store this weekend. LOL

Exciting stuff, huh? I'll post pictures after we've taken the plunge.

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Moving Moments

>> Saturday, January 24, 2009

More and more I am feeling my little one move. It's endlessly fascinating and I can't get enough. The first time I felt something that I was sure was the baby was 21w5d. It was a faint tap, but it definitely caught my attention and I spent the rest of the day with my hand on my belly hoping to catch more. It's still very sporadic, though, with one day bringing lots of taps and bumps and the next day nothing.

My cat likes to sit on my belly and purr. I've been wondering if the baby can hear/feel the purring and what he thinks of it. Well, yesterday, when Austin was stretched out right across my belly, a warm weight that was purring up a storm, the baby kicked him! I don't think the cat felt it, but it made me laugh and I guess it answered my questions.

Here's my 24-week belly pic. This was the first day I wore a maternity shirt to work.



As you can see, I've changed my blog design yet again. This was my Saturday morning procrastination project. I really like this one, so I think I'll be leaving it alone for a good long while. I've finally added a blog roll (on the left) and my TTC and pregnancy journey (on the right). I'm liking the three-column layout. I'll try to post more frequently!

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Weight Matters

>> Friday, January 16, 2009

Warning: Anyone who doesn't want to read a pregnant woman's freakout about weight gain should turn back now. I know it's a tedious subject but I just need to let it out.

So. I had my 24-week appointment today (a little early). I have now gained 22 pounds. That's up nine pounds since December 22. Um, oops? Guess who went a little crazy over the holidays! I was doing so well, too. I felt good about being up 12.5 pounds at 20 weeks. But now? I'm trying not to freak out about it. It's really not so bad... right? If I gain a pound a week from here till the end, which I understand is normal and reasonable, I'll have gained 38 pounds. ... Okay, that's not making me feel better. The books all say that since I started out overweight, I should gain 15-25. I've obviously blown that goal right out of the water.

I've spent so much time during this pregnancy telling myself that weight doesn't matter and that I'm not going to stress about it. Whenever I complain to Keith that I look or feel fat, he says, "No, hunny, you're pregnant. There's a difference." I know.

I know.

But I've spent my whole life worrying about my weight. I was a chubby child teased by classmates. I remember getting dieting tips from my skinny, pretty best friend when I was nine years old. It was only a couple of years ago that I finally managed to shed some weight and started to feel kind of good about myself (although I was still a good 15 pounds from my stated goal). It's really hard to watch the scale swing back the other way. I especially didn't want to see it go past my all-time high, but it looks like it's going to.

Deep breaths. It's okay. It isn't forever. It's for the baby.

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21w4d

>> Friday, January 2, 2009

I had another level II anatomy scan today because the radiologist wasn't satisfied with the quality of the heart images from the first scan. The ultrasound doc felt this do-over was unnecessary — "You're wasting your time," he said — but good-naturedly said I should enjoy the chance to see the baby again. He confirmed with complete confidence that this is most definitely a boy.

We had the same problem as last time: the baby stubbornly kept his back to us so that the heart was difficult to see. The doctor spent a long time manipulating my belly and made me empty my bladder twice in hopes that he would move, but no dice. Finally the doctor got a shot he was satisfied with (I was on my side facing the wall and he was pushing upwards hard with the wand just above my pubic bone).

It's amazing how much the kid has grown. In just three weeks he has nearly doubled his weight and is now just a smidge under a pound. A pound! Tell me how it is possible that I still can't feel him moving around in there. I guess the anterior placenta combined with his apparent favoured position facing my spine conspire to muffle his movements, but still... he weighs a freaking pound! Any day now, right?

Here are some ultrasound pictures. Please excuse the quality of the reproductions; the first was scanned but the second is a photograph of the printout. You get the idea.


18w4d ~ cute!




21w4d ~ so much bigger! Doc said he was busy eating.

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So, it's 2009...

>> Thursday, January 1, 2009

Our holidays have been pretty quiet. Keith's parents were away in Florida this year, so we celebrated with them early and I got to spend more time in my hometown with my family. Even there things were quieter than usual.

As for New Year's... Keith doesn't believe in New Year's, says it's just a made-up holiday with no real significance. Today is just Thursday. It sort of bothers me that he can be such a downer, but I suppose not celebrating NYE is no huge loss to me. I've never been a drinker or a partier, and whenever I tried to do something fun on NYE in my pre-Keith life, it was always a letdown.

Last night I dozed on Keith's shoulder until he woke me for the countdown. We shared a little kiss and went to bed. And so another year ends and a new one begins.

But even Mr. Party Pooper can't deny that 2009 is going to be a special year for us. After all, it's the year we're finally going to become parents! In a little over four months, we're going to meet and fall madly in love with our sweet son, and our lives will be forever changed. (Part of me is recoiling at the sappiness of that statement, but it's undeniably true.)

I wish the next year were clearer in other ways — so much is still up in the air — but it will come. Everything will eventually fall into place. Wish me patience.

I wish all of my readers love and peace and happiness in 2009. For those of you struggling to conceive or seeking alternative paths to build your families, I wish you the joy and satisfaction of finally achieving your goals.

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