Wrinkles

Not the facial kind but the get in the way of all your lofty plans kind. I've got some wrinkles.

I've been doing good decent ok with the new exercise regimen. The only exercise I've ever stuck with has been running, so doing anything other than running for more than a few times is pretty spectacular for me. I'm ready to profess my love for Jessica Smith and her quick workouts. The only thing I don't really like is the cardio routine on the DVD and that's more because I am so completely uncoordinated. It's okay for one session but now that I've added more, I just can't do two in a row. But luckily she adds routines to her youtube all the time and I've been able to find quick workouts for a little variety. I had to shift my running days so that I could have a true rest day with no obligations, instead of a rest day from exercise and a rest day from running and not having them be on the same day! The house is not as damaged as I thought it would be and aside from last week when I was fighting a cold and had a million things to do that kept me from home, I've been following my schedule pretty well.

And then yesterday happened.

I took Lightrunner to his 6 month checkup. And as I had feared and expected, he hasn't gained much weight in the last couple of months (he weighs 13 pounds, 9 ounces). He's grown longer so it's not a "failure to thrive" situation and he's clearly happy and healthy. He's just following in his siblings' skinny footsteps. We started cereal on Monday and I thought I would be chastised for waiting so long, but instead my pediatrician (who I love) was adamant about making sure that breastfeeding is his number one source of calories. She's afraid that his interest may wane now that cereal has been included in his diet. Luckily I spent so many wee morning hours pumping up a freezer supply so that I can mix his cereal with frozen pumped milk so he'll get some extra that way. But she also wants me to add an extra feeding and since neither one of us wants to disturb his 11-hour nights, that means I need to squeeze a 5th nursing in to our day. Just a few short months ago I did feed him 5 times a day, every 3 hours, and there was no problem. But as of late we've only been doing 4 times a day, every 4 hours, and he's been giving me glorious 2 hour naps (if we're home). Going back to every 3 hours is going to interfere with naps. Interfering with naps is going to interfere with EVERYTHING.

Wrinkles.

The good thing is that my ped is pro-breastfeeding and is not telling me to add formula or push him into pureed foods. The good thing is that he did gain SOME weight, he did grow, and he's bigger than SkyWalker was at 6 months. Anyone who sees him can see how well he is doing--he's not starving, he's got some good chub on his legs, and he is almost always smiling and happy. I just need to make sure he stays that way. I'm sure I'll come up with a good routine for us that will keep him fed and well rested and me exercised and stress-free.

And then he'll get his first tooth.

Boobalicious

The average weight gain for newborn babies according to kellymom.com (a fantastic site for breastfeeders) ranges from 5-8.5 ounces a week depending on the source of the information. The little Princess went for her weight check yesterday. She gained 2 pounds since her last checkup, 16 days before. Do the math people, she's gained twice as much as the average. Hilarious. She is now 8 pounds, 15 ounces. Or well, she was that at 1 pm yesterday. I'm sure she's over 9 pounds now. Keep in mind that although she was 7 lbs, 4 oz at birth she dropped down to 6 lbs 11 oz when we brought her home. In conclusion, my boobs are magic.

Is it any wonder I'm so frickin' tired? I feed her A LOT. But I'm wearing my smallest shorts today, shorts that didn't fit me just last week (although I lost all the weight immediately except for a few pounds in my boobs, my belly was still somewhat flabby and I couldn't wear things that should have fit.).

My mother is here visiting and SkyWalker has conned her into getting up very early and taking care of him. I am, ashamedly, letting him get away with it. I can hear him over the monitor but I am in bed blogging. I am showered and dressed and relaxing a little while the Princess sleeps next to me in her co-sleeper. She's stretching and waking up and ha, right now she is putting her little hands on the sides of her head in a "why do I have to get up now?" manner which is precisely what I do at 3:30 am when she is demanding to be fed.

I should probably rescue my mother and bring the Princess upstairs to get dressed. It is 7:12 am. How on earth am I awake?

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