Baby boy is 12 weeks old. How did that happen? Here a a few of my thoughts about this adventure so far:
- Breastfeeding, while amazing and best for baby, is hard work. I don't know whose boobs these are but they cannot be mine and I fear they will never be the same. I am constantly worried that Sutton is not getting enough to eat since I can't measure his meals in ounces. Nursing bras are not the cutest things designed and my big plan of running to lose the baby weight has ben derailed by bouncing size F's. I have a special running for breastfeeding sports bra but I still haven't gotten used to it.
Such a beautiful sight
Such a sleepy mommy
- Sleep is overrated. Not really, but this is what the hubs and I tell ourselves. It's amazing how rested I feel after a four hour stretch which is sadly all we get before we are back to being up every two hours until the magical hour of 5 am which Sutton has decided is his wake up call. I have spent so much time obsessing about sleep, sleep training, when to move him to his own room, white noise or no white noise. It is a post unto itself.
- The rest of the baby weight apparently is not going to magically fall off the way the first 30 pounds did ( yes 30). I keep trying to find the motivation to workout or change our diet and it is so hard! I miss my clothes but I have spent a year eating whatever I want and sadly what I want is Sugar! Thin mint anyone? Stay tuned. This is my project for the next few months. I've read that if you don't lose the baby weight in the first 6 months it is much harder to get rid of. Ready... set....