Maternity Jeans

I now fit in my maternity jeans again.

Yes you heard right. I bought some super cute designer maternity jeans about mid pregnancy and they eventually became too tight.  But they fit again now!  I know you aren't supposed to wear maternity clothes after pregnancy, but I finally have some pants that fit and that aren't leggings or cozy pjs, so I'm wearing them!

BOOBS!

So as I slowly lose weight I find myself getting closer and closer into wearing some of my old clothes again. Except for one, small (or should I say large) thing...

These DAMN boobs! They DO NOT make cute clothes for busty women, I tell you! Or maybe I just don't feel good with big boobs. I am going on a date with my husband tonight for the first time since Olive was born. I want to look cute and feel somewhat confident, so I went out to buy a new top.

For one thing, shopping with a baby, not so easy. My stroller really does not maneuver well in a crowded H&M store. Needless to say, in an hour and a half, I only got into that one store last night, and I found what I thought might work. I had a simple criteria:

1. Long
2. Large
3. Not tight in the middle but not a potato sack.

I found a nice top that fit that description. It has long tiered layers to cover my hip area and old baby uterus syndrome and could be worn with leggings. But the only problem was when I zipped it up it squished my boobs, and unzipping it made it look stupid.

Now I look in my closet for something and I'm realizing, Ok now I weigh 153, I MIGHT be able to sneak into some of my bigger pre pregnancy clothes.

But no. These boobs. They don't fit in ANYTHING. Plus, a little hard prego belly looks a lot cuter in tight clothes than left over fat.

So I'm back to square one. Baggy clothes for date night. Unless.. do I dare bust out my girdle?

I'll let you know...

Me n Babe

What a good baby...

So I'm really realizing what a good baby Olive is. I know I had a stressful night and wrote about how the only way to calm her down was to let her breastfeed, and after all, it's a blog so I definitely vent here, but the more days that go by the more I realize she's so good!

Just after some simple observations, I've found I rarely need to calm her down by letting her breastfeed after all. In fact those 5 s's really work wonders. She could be very upset and crying and all you have to do is swaddle her, put her on her side, and jostle her around a bit. BOOM she's silent and content in under a minute.

Also I've been practicing letting her drift off on her own, because SO many people have been holding her since she was born that I was getting really worried about the way she would wake up when set down. But again, she's proven me stressed for no reason because she's really catching on quick to what I do.

If she wakes up after I set her down, I just help her to fall back asleep without picking her up. She now likes her swing finally. I can put her in there wide awake and she falls asleep on her own. We also let her lay wide awake in her moses basket last night because it was late, I was tired, and I thought, well she's probably fine so we went to sleep. Thankfully she eventually went to sleep on her own too. Good girl!

I've heard the first 6 weeks are the hardest, and I'm happy things are looking up. On the other hand, I still can barely pump 2 oz of a milk and sometimes none at all. I need to get a little guidance on that because it's definitely confusing me.

I'm happy that although she can be fussy and gassy and what not, she can always be calmed down. I love my little baby Olive!

(Here is a picture of her practicing sitting. She doesn't love laying on her tummy so this helps her with her neck muscles too... she liked it!)

Weight Loss

I wasn't going to weigh myself for a while because I didn't want to be disappointed. It was a good plan because today I went to the DR. and they weighed me. And I was disappointed.

I've lost 24 pounds and I now weigh 160. I guess I just thought I'd have lost more by now because so much of that was baby, placenta, water, etc.  I felt kind of bad in the car on the way home and cried for a few minutes. I have over 30 pounds left to loose before I am close to where I was before. 

I know it's going to take a lot of work, especially with such little sleep and time to work out, which is how, for the most part, I maintained my weight before. Luke was telling me he saw an interview with Kendra last night, she also gained 60 pounds and said she lost it all mostly by dieting and walking because there was not time to do a lot of working out.

Today we went to the store and I was stocking up on all kinds of healthy things to eat and I realized I had decided to try no dairy for a few weeks to see if it makes Olive less gassy. I had to put back a lot of the food I had been planning to eat.

Well, here we go... tiny jeans, will I ever see you again?

Bottles and Boob

So Olive's a month old now, and I definitely had some sort of mini one month break down tonight. I didn't cry or anything, I just felt really tired and stressed out.

My mom came down to help me clean the (tiny) apartment and watch Olive so I could get some work done. Well needless to say, it's now 3:30 in the morning and I finally got the real work done. How can it take ALL day to do laundry (not yet put away), go through your mounding pile of papers, take some time out to eat, oh yeah, and try the breast pump for the first time.

Olive had her first bottle feeding today, and no problems there! The only problem is how LONG it takes to pump out 2 ounces of milk! Now I can see why it's worth it to spend the extra money on a hands free double pump. I just sat there confined to the chair, holding the pump up to my boob, watching it ever so slooooowly drip, drip, drip...  I tried it again later in the night and I couldn't even get an ounce.

We had to go buy some warmer pajamas for her too. Everything we got passed down happens to be mostly little onesies that are too cold for right now, and she really sleeps better when she's all snug and warm (duh, who wouldn't).

I know I should go to bed, but being up right now reminds me of how much I love the middle of the night. It's so quiet and calm, and I really have not seen it since before I was pregnant. But tomorrow is another day and I'll be regretful if I don't get a little more sleep while I can.

Night night...

Work, What?

Tried to get back to work starting today... it's been completely unsuccessful so far, but after all, I've got to start somewhere. I will figure it out day by day. I'm sitting here with an article due tomorrow, a gassy baby who only calms down when I let her hang out on my boob all night, leaving my arms completely unavailable. And I can't seem to get moving until 11 am every day.  If only Luke could grow a boob.

Ah! My life is over...  for now. Where is that calm sleeping baby from a few weeks ago?