Sunday, November 9, 2014

So I'm not super mom...

At least when it comes to blogging, I have zero time for the computer other than paying bills and ordering baby stuff from Amazon. I quit Facebook when L-bug was born because I felt it intruded into our personal lives and took away my precious time with my family. I would go to check my updates only to find out what felt like ten minutes on the computer was actually an hour. An hour wasted for what? Plus the overwhelming pressure to share pictures of my family, especially with the new addition, was stressful. I was pretty sure things were falling well into place recently with my home routine so that I would be able to blog more, but it's amazing how much one little person occupies your time! She is rolling over like a champ and will flip all over the room from corner to corner if I don't keep a close eye on her. She is sitting up unsupported and lunging for her toys in front of her. Before long she'll be crawling for sure. I cannot believe six months has passed. She is still a chunky monkey (good 'ol mama's milk) and growing like a weed. Her personality is really beginning to emerge and she remains just a chilled out, layed back, happy-go-lucky, kinda baby. That's my girl. She takes everything in stride and studies things intensely before participating. She watches people and when they make eye contact with her she greets them with a big but shy grin. She's adorable... We started the adventure of solid foods just recently although she has declared solids totally overrated and gives me such a stink face when I put a spoonfull of pureed stuff into her mouth that says to me, "Seriously mama, how could you. This s**** is horrible. I'm quite content with what you've been feeding me." She puckers up her face in a grimmace and either spits it promptly out or swallows it but giving me the look the entire time. She's obviously not ready for solids so I'm not pushing it. Some babies take up to 9 months to be ready for solids. I figure I will try a new "taste" every other day or so and go from there. She'll let me know when she's ready. The only thing I found her to enjoy so far was when I gave her a taste off my plate of Saag Paneer while Cowboy and I were out at a local Himalayan restaurant. She scarfed that right off my finger and opened her mouth for more! I think I definitely have a foodie on my hands (yay!) and will have to work hard to impress her palate. Yesterday we took a 2 hour hike on the trails up Mount Galbraith using our Osprey Poco Premium Baby Carrier. This pack is awesome. I can't rave about it enough (thank you Gramma and Grampa!!). We got it in Koala Gray and love the color. The internal seat where L-bug sits is adjustable and raises/lowers to fit her body. The sides that wrap around her also are adjustable as well as the quick-release buckles at her shoulders. There is a teething pad that can be removed to wash, a built-in solar shade, and a removeable day pack. I figured as it gets wintery out I will also start using the rain cover to help insulate her little body. What's also neat is that the harness straps adjust up and down to allow Cowboy and I to both wear it comfortably. If he's wearing it and needs a break, just a click of a buckle and a minor sliding adjustment to the harness and it now fits me. It takes just a minute or two and we can continue hiking. It also has an area for a hydration bladder but I haven't used it yet. There's a compartment under the kid seat to stash diaper stuff or an extra layer of clothes for baby or me. It's all pretty snazzy and I am confident this pack will last a very long time. I highly recommend it (and I did a TON of research on kid packs before choosing this one). L-bug loved the hike! She babbled the whole time and reached out to touch my head or hold my hand. At the top of the mountain we stopped for a little snack, a few kisses from the pup (she giggles when he kisses her face), and to take in the beauty of the area then descended back down. I was sure I was going to be so sore the next day but I woke up feeling refreshed and excited to hike again. I think my goal is to get in 1-2 hikes per week with her, weather permitting. It'll do me good too as this 10+lbs extra baby weight is driving me a little nuts. I'd go work out more but, frankly, I hate being without her for a long period of time. It's horrible. I am not sure who is worse, her or me, when it comes to separation anxiety. Cowboy is an amazing Daddy and seeing the two of them interact and cuddle warms my heart something fierce. She grabs his beard and holds on to her "handle" as they walk or dance around the house. She giggles at his zerberts and always tries to take his glasses or pick at the buttons on his shirt. When she's tired she'll wrap her arms around his neck and lean into his shoulder. Sigh...this stuff is priceless. Did I mention what her most favorite toy in the world is? A silicone toothbrush. Dead serious. She LOVES these things to the point we now have four, yes four, toothbrushes floating around the house for her chewing pleasure. The Green Sprouts toothbrush and the Simba one are nearly identical and she loves them both. Crazy girl. Well, at least she's learning a good life habit, right?

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

I'm BACK!!!!!

So I can't promise frequent updates as I'm in full throttle mommy-mode but I'm going to try the best I can to blog on my "down time" (insert hilarious laughter).

Let me start off by saying that I LOVE LOVE LOVE being a mother. Holy crap I knew I would love it but I didn't realize the extent and depth of the love I feel towards my daughter and my family. I thought long and hard about whether or not to write my birth story and, for now, I am going to let it ride. It's pretty personal and maybe one day I'll share but for now let's just say that everything went haywire but then sorted itself out and turned out perfectly.

On my new journey of motherhood I am learning so many new things and that having a laid back kind of approach works best for us. I'm having a good time laughing at myself, actually, as all the "I'll never do x,y, or z" pre-baby has been tossed to the wind and replaced with "whatever you gotta do". Co-sleeping? yep, doing it (for the record, co-sleeping means in the same room though not necessarily in the same bed. Also, for the record, there's definitely some bed sharing going on some nights). Pacifiers? trying it out due to a very high suck-drive mixed with teething (though she is rejecting them on her own, nothing like a good finger or boob).

I've done a ton of reading all kinds of books- those with the same parenting style I accept and even some with parenting styles I reject. I had no idea there were so many different parenting styles with names associated with them. I don't agree 100% with any single style and I take each book with a grain of salt, picking out helpful tidbits and tossing out the rest. I found I tend to gravitate more towards the attachment parenting style while firmly rejecting the CIO (Cry-It-Out) Method or strict scheduling of feeds/life; aka BabyWise. L-bug is an amazing little girl who fell into a routine on her own and it has been my job to help her follow it without forcing it on her. She consistently gets tired twice a day at the same times and then sleeps in 3-5hr sections of the night, waking to feed with a quick diaper change, and then back off to sleep. There have been a few nights of hourly to two hour waking to feed periods but in all honesty, I am exhausted without even caring that I'm exhausted. She is growing, getting chubby (heavens, those chubby cheeks slay me!), and is an extremely happy, mellow, loveable baby. She goes with the flow.

So, I'll still try to toss in a bunch of independent living and exercise/running posts but for now I shall wallow in motherhood and my adventures enfolding from that. 

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Quick Update....

No I'm not dead and no baby has not arrived yet. I'm so ready, though, the question is: Is she? I have enjoyed pregnancy immensely these past several months, even the down and painful parts. It's all about putting things in perspective. Now that nine months has come and gone I have gotten to the, let's say "uncomfortable" stage. There appears to be no room for either of us left in this body and yet we have a couple more weeks to go for her to go full term of 40wks. I'm about to bust, I can't even begin to imagine how squished my poor little girl must feel.

She has been head down for way over a month now which brings me relief but her feet stick into my ribs and I think she assumes the position for a "chimney climb" spreading her hands on either side of my belly and pushing out. I can't bend. I can't put on my socks or tie my shoes by myself. Eating has become small, frequent meals, and sleeping has become nonexistent. I nearly sat down in dispair and cried the other day wishing Cowboy was home to help dress me. I had errands to run and I thought I was going to be stuck being half-dressed and homebound. Through sheer determination and painful contortions I finally got myself dressed somewhat properly and got out the door. Then came the discovery that it was a circus act just to get behind the steering wheel and maneuver my key into the ignition.

Thankfully I have been told frequently I am "all belly" even though I feel round all over. 

My bags are packed and ready to go at a moments notice, carseat installed, BOB stroller pimped and ready to go, and nursery 99% finished. Now we are at the waiting game. Exercise has become a joke for me. I crave it daily but my body says "oh hell no". So I suffice with doing housework, taking care of our new baby chicks (oh my goodness their little peeping melts my heart), walking the pup, and trying to eat healthy. I am quite proud of myself and my eating habits as I haven't really even longed for any funky cravings or junk food. Until now....

These last two weeks have been carb-craving hell. I want pasta, I want donuts, I want anything sweet and horrible for you. I'm talking crap that has absolutely no redeeming nutritional value. That said, I have been craving all this junk but I have not given into any of it except maybe one or two terribly weak moments. I had been obsessing about donuts for over a week and nearly at my wits end. I had even stopped at two donut shops on my way home from work to indulge but neither shop carried my favorite donut. I took it as a sign and continued home empty bellied and emotionally unfulfilled. That night Cowboy surprised me with a small white paper bag and a smile on his face. My amazing husband had  went out (also to two other donut shops) and found me my donut! It was seriously the best donut ever and I was in heaven the whole rest of the night. Best. Husband. Ever!!!! Because I have been so good with my eating I really had no guilt attached to that donut which made it taste even better.

After my donut I was back into full attack mode with my fruits (god I love fruit!!!) and veggies and trying to scarf down lean proteins for baby building.

Back to exercising: or lack of. I had been going to the gym 2-3x/wk lifting weights and still running on the treadmill with my belly band. About 2 wks ago, however, things have just progressed so quickly with the pregnancy that everything hurts and exhausts me within just a few minutes of doing them. Running has started to hurt the balls of my feet- I'm assuming it's the extra weight on my bones and arches. I did five miles on the treadmill and I felt like my feet were going to fall off. I then dialed it down to 3-4 miles at a time and each time I was able to do less and less before my body screamed in protest. Now I walk the pup several times around the park and not only do my feet start hurting but the baby feels like she drops down and bangs into my pelvis to the point that I have to waddle and wonder if I am going to pee myself before I get home. Oh how I long to run so bad!!!

I am so extremely excited to meet my little one, however. I know there will be plenty of ups and downs but I look forward to every single one of them. Cowboy and I have attended our birthing class and I have read so many books that I feel ready!!! Surprisingly, I am not afraid of labor. I am a little startled to realize I am looking forward to it and see it as a challenge not unlike a big running race. I enjoy pushing my body to it's limit and seeing how far it will go. I know there will be pain, there will be exhaustion, and it's not going to be all puppy dog kisses and rainbows. Accepting those facts allows me to prepare my body and my mind, push it all aside, and see the light at the end. The reward that we have been trying so hard for years to obtain. The smell of her, the feel of her skin, her fingers wrapping around mine, the big eyes looking back at me, and the sight of my husband holding our little baby's going to be amazing. Yep, I'm gonna cry big crocodile tears.