I breastfed Delaney for 17 months and plan to breastfeed baby #2 this December when he arrives. So, because I'm not currently breastfeeding I won't be able to submit live footage or video on Oct. 10. But I'm glad I had some professional breastfeeding photos taken when Delaney was about six months old. Be sure to visit this site on October 10 to see them!
I'm a pro-breastfeeding mother so I've added this button to my sidebar. For more about Facebook's double standard and the newly formed League of Maternal Justice, read Julie's post from yesterday at The Soccer Mom Vote. And if you're so inclined, join us for a virtual nurse-in on Wednesday, October 10, titled the, "Great Virtual Breast Fest of 2007." Details to come later this week on the League of Maternal Justice site.
Last weekend we bought Delaney a beautiful, white, wrought-iron, big-girl bed at IKEA and today we finally put it together. Delaney was delighted and couldn't wait to sleep in it. We've been calling it the, "Big Girl Princess Bed," which is what we always call beds away from home (calling any bed, other than her own crib, by that name works like a charm for getting her to take to it right away whether it's someone else's crib we're borrowing on vacation or a pack 'n' play crib at a hotel). I'm glad we continued the use of that frou-frou moniker because within minutes of me putting her in that bed today she popped her thumb into her mouth, closed her eyes and drifted right off to sleep with absolutely no fuss. She's been sleeping there for the last hour and fifteen minutes!
Although Delaney generally accepts major transitions such as this with ease, I had prepared myself for a bit of a two-year-old-induced struggle. Somehow, praise be to IKEA, we managed to avoid it.
1. You know that your two-year-old likes chicken, spinach, peas, potatoes and bread so you assume she'll love them all even more when they're combined in Indian food. You would be WRONG. Next time you head out for that particular cuisine, you'd better come armed with a sack of kid-friendly chicken nuggets and french fries.
2. You've been feeling better since your first trimester passed and assume your pregnant body could handle something as complex, yet delicious, as Indian food. You would be WRONG. The remnants of Hurricane Indian are still passing over your battered insides and you're sleep-deprived from trying to weather the violent and all-night storm created by chicken tikka masala and sag paneer. Indian food + slow-moving pregnant digestive track = NOT A GOOD IDEA.
I've been missing in action for a few days. It's the sleep thing. Somehow my body has regressed, partially, to the first trimester and naps are back in fashion. I should be taking one now and I'll pay later for not taking one, but some days a girl's gotta blog - even if she doesn't have much to say.
Preschool for Delaney? She's adapting a bit better this week than last. She only had a few tears when I left her there yesterday and when I picked her up she actually told me that she liked it. Not bad for Day 3, I'd say.
Work? I've been presented with a new opportunity (at my same company) that will keep me as busy or busier than I was before. And by presenting me with this new angle to my current job, my bosses have given me a a huge vote of confidence that's an incredible ego boost. It's exciting and mildly daunting all at the same time, what with a newborn on the way. But I'm up for the challenge. The good news is that I'll continue to keep my job where I can work part-time from home for a company that supports the fact that I'm a mom. From what I hear, these opportunities are far and few between so you can bet that I'll push myself to excel and make my company proud.
New baby? He's a wiggler. I think I've mentioned that before but what I probably haven't mentioned is how that's the complete opposite of how Delaney was in the womb. She barely moved at all and I spent the better part of the second half of my pregnancy obsessed with whether she was moving or not. I had way more NSTs that I ever cared to. But this little guy? He lets me know, with great regularity, that he's in there. Sometimes it's completely freaky the way he flips and twists. I recently thought my bladder had been pulled through my stomach but luckily he cut that out. Yikes. If he's like this on the inside I kind of shudder to think what he'll be like on the outside. A boy. I'm still digesting that fact. A repeat ultrasound on Tuesday should convince me.
Last but not least, I'm a horrible person. I am, that is, if you happen to be the poor sucker who's married to me and you're suffering from a cold. Poor Roger. He's super busy at work, he's tired and he's coming down with a bug and I lend my "support" by pointing out his short-comings regarding hand washing and by fleeing any room he enters. Look, Delaney and I just got over three bouts of colds/infections between us in the last month, I'm pregnant and can't take real drugs and I'm just in no hurry to repeat that lovely pattern. Unfortunately for Roger that translates into the cold, Lysol shoulder. Hopefully it will pass quickly. Sorry, Honey.