I had Taylor via elective induction on January 5, 2019. I felt guilty and also not guilty for scheduling the induction. I read a study that found that after 39 weeks, there is no proof that inductions yield more c sections than natural births do. Because my labor progress with Logan was fast for a first time pregnancy, I was crippled with fear that I would not be able to arrange childcare for him quickly enough in the event of spontaneous labor. I wanted my husband with me in the hospital and for family to watch Logan. Believe it or not, but I have never spent the night away from my 2 year old before. I didn’t want just any friend or neighbor to watch him while I would be gone for who knows how long.
We scheduled the induction for Saturday, January 5th at 7 am. I woke Logan up at 6 am to get one last goodbye in with snuggles and a nursing session in before I went to the hospital. I wanted to soak up every last second of Logan being my only child. I cried a lot and missed him all morning long. Once we got to the hospital, I got dressed into the hospital gown and chatted with Ethan until my nurse came in. There was a shift change so we had about 30 minutes to ourselves before anything happened. After my nurse introduced herself, we started pitocin around 8 am. The comtractions barely hurt! I told my nurse my pain level was a 2 out of 10. This went on for 4 hours and I had only dilated one more centimeter (~4.5 cm dilated). My doctor made the call to break my water around 12:30 pm to speed up my labor. At this point I still didn’t have nitrous oxide (laughing gas) to calm my nerves so I was nervous that breaking my water would hurt. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel any pain at all and the waters gushing out was actually pretty exciting.
Then things took an unexpected turn. Huge painful contractions began immediately with no break in between. I was clutching the side of the bed and freaking out because I went from no pain to 100. I felt so much pressure on my butt and it honestly felt like I had to poop. I thought hemorrhoids were popping out but my nurse said, no that’s your baby! She called my doctor not to go anywhere, checked my cervix, and said you are 10 cm dilated! I went from 4 to 10 cm dilated in 15 minutes. I frantically requested to get nitrous oxide NOW because I was freaking out. My nurse had some difficulty setting it up because she has only used it twice before. As soon as I breathed in a couple breaths of nitrous oxide, I had to push. I told my doctor I’m scared I’m going to tear and she said, “Don’t worry. I will apply counterpressure to minimize tearing.” And I trusted her. My mind went blank and I heard beeping and sounds like ocean waves roaring around in my head and then I heard my doctor say, “Jane! Open your eyes! You need to look down at your baby and push!” So I opened my eyes, pushed, and for the first time that day, screamed out as the baby finally made her exit. She was born only 23 minutes after my water broke. 3 pushes compared to 2 hours of pushing out Logan. My doctor didn’t have time to change into her delivery gown and told me that I am the fastest labor she has witnessed in all of her years practicing. My nurse told me I reaffirmed her faith in her job and natural labor and delivery. My doctor was so glad we scheduled the induction because if I went into labor spontaneously, I would not have made it to the hospital. All of my guilt for scheduling an induction vanished after I heard that. She joked that if I ever have a third child, I will just need to live at her house.
Because Taylor was born so quickly, she was bruised purple and had a hematoma bump on her head. But her apgar score was an 8 and everything else was perfect. Taylor Reese Lai was born on January 5, 2019 at 12:59 pm; 7 lb 11 oz and 20 inches long with a head full of long, dark hair. My perfect daughter ❤️
Sunday, January 27, 2019
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
My Breastfeeding Story- One Year of Nursing
Growing up, my mother would tell me horror stories of how much she didn't like breastfeeding. I heard how much it hurts, how we would bite her, and how painful engorgement is. I was scared senseless. However, when I got pregnant, I read so many stories about how magical breastmilk is for babies so I knew I at least wanted to try.
When Logan was born, the nurses immediately placed him on my chest for skin to skin and then we attempted breastfeeding. All sense of dignity flew out the window and I was so grateful for my nurse's help. She held Logan's head and positioned my breast. His suck was so weak and he barely latched on. At that moment, all I felt was anxiety. I didn't know what to do and I was so scared of failure. Logan kept crying and rooting but was attached to me the whole time we were at the hospital so I thought I was doing alright.
When we got home, I set alarms to nurse him every 3 hours around the clock. I cried every time I breastfed because it was freaking impossible to latch him on. My husband or mom had to help me. I was hunched over and tense. My neck and shoulders were in pain. My fingers hurt like hell kneading my breast to try to get milk to flow.
A couple of days later, I brought Logan to his first pediatrician appointment and they weighed him. They pricked his heel to test his jaundice levels and then I went home. Shortly after getting home, I received a phone call telling me that Logan lost more than ten percent of his birth weight and has high levels of jaundice so they want to admit him to the children's hospital. I cried and cried because I felt like a failure. My baby was starving and I didn't even know! At the hospital, they told me to feed, supplement, and pump every 3 hours. I sat shirtless on the chair with the pump attached to my body, with no milk coming out, crying tears of regret, and stuffing my mouth with food and water to eat enough to produce milk. It was traumatizing.
The nurses brought us a bottle of formula and when my mom fed Logan I couldn't even look. I saw him guzzling the bottle down and my heart broke in half. I felt failure every time I pumped and nothing came out. I hated my body for taking so long for my milk to come in. I hated myself for every bottle of formula my baby drank. I know fed is best and that formula is fine but at the time, I felt like I was giving my baby poison. My postpartum emotions were horribly manipulating. I rejoiced the first time I pumped out a drop of colostrum or was it milk. I don't even know what it was. We fed Logan those few drops using a syringe. I started to feel hope. Logan gained enough weight the next two days to be discharged thanks to our combo feeding and pumping routine.
My mom and husband were angels and prepared and washed my pump parts for me every 3 hours. This is what our days looked like. I would sit on the couch with my breastfeeding pillow and someone would hand me the baby. They would help latch him on and then I would nurse him on both sides, while jiggling his arms and legs to keep him awake. After nursing, my husband would hand me the pump parts and I would apply lanolin and pump for 15 minutes. While I was pumping, my husband would then bottle feed the baby. And then he'd wash the pump parts and store the milk. Repeat every 3 hours. We were all zombies but we got through it somehow. I went to lactation specialists every week until they told me I can stop supplementing. I felt joy for the first time that day because I was starting to see that Logan was preferring the bottle over me.
Unfortunately pumping every three hours gave me serious oversupply. Logan hated nursing when my breast was engorged and he was drowning every time I let down. He was so fussy at the breast that every time I nursed I wanted to cry. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Why does breastfeeding come so damn naturally for other women but is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life? When he turned 3 months old and was more aware of his surroundings, he refused to nurse unless it was in a dark room before naps. This meant I couldn't take him out in public because he just wouldn't nurse! I hated how I was tied to my house just to breastfeed. I hated the pressure of keeping my baby alive solely using breastmilk. The problem was when we stopped supplementing, Logan refused to drink from a bottle. He wouldn't drink milk even when my husband fed him. I felt like I owed it to my son to keep nursing him despite my own feelings. Because truth be told, despite all of the stress.. whenever we nursed I felt a deep connection.
I can't talk about my breastfeeding story without talking about food allergies and my diet struggles. At 2-3 months old, I noticed that Logan had mucousy green stools and eczema on his face which pointed to a dairy/soy allergy. Eliminating dairy and soy was such a huge struggle and I had a hard time eating out because everything has soy! At his 6 month appt there was blood in his stool because of something I ate. I cried my heart out and felt like a shitty mom. My life revolved around checking his dirty diapers for any signs of blood, weighing Logan on the special baby scale I bought to see if he is gaining weight, and cautiously beginning our journey with solids. With each food he reacted to, I cut out from my own diet as well. It was a huge commitment and a sacrifice that I would have only made for my baby. I'm finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Logan is no longer allergic to dairy and soy! It's amazing.
Now that I'm breastfeeding an 11 month old, there are new struggles. He loves nursing so much for comfort that he pulls my shirt down and gets mad unless I nurse him. He fell in love with nursing because of cosleeping and now it's nonstop, on demand nursing. At home, church, while we're out shopping.. he'll pull my shirt down and it's pretty embarrassing! People ask me when I'm going to stop but my honest answer is I don't know. I worked damn hard to be able to breastfeed my baby and I'm not going to just throw our breastfeeding relationship away because he's no longer an infant. I persevered through mastitis, plugged ducts, nursing strikes, teething, and biting. And given the chance, I'd do it all over again.
I know this all sounds pretty negative but I didn't want to sugarcoat my experience. To touch on the positives of breastfeeding- it's the best feeling in the world to look at your kid's growth and say, "I did that. My amazing body was able to provide for my baby and look how big he is now!" I am so proud of myself for persevering through all of the hard times. I love how nursing can instantly calm Logan down when he's scared, stressed, or hurt. I love the way he holds my hand while he nurses. I love gazing down at his sweet face while he's nursing and he's fallen asleep. I love that my body was able to provide antibodies for Logan when he got his first cold. I just love being his mom. I'll write another post on weaning when I get there. Right now I'm thinking of nursing until 18 months or 2 years but who knows! Logan may wean earlier or I might reach my limit sooner than I think. Or maybe I'll be nursing a 4 year old! (God I hope not). I'm actually pretty terrified of the painful weaning process- both emotionally and physically.
What will I tell my children about breastfeeding? It's hard at first but it gets better. That's my truth.
When Logan was born, the nurses immediately placed him on my chest for skin to skin and then we attempted breastfeeding. All sense of dignity flew out the window and I was so grateful for my nurse's help. She held Logan's head and positioned my breast. His suck was so weak and he barely latched on. At that moment, all I felt was anxiety. I didn't know what to do and I was so scared of failure. Logan kept crying and rooting but was attached to me the whole time we were at the hospital so I thought I was doing alright.
When we got home, I set alarms to nurse him every 3 hours around the clock. I cried every time I breastfed because it was freaking impossible to latch him on. My husband or mom had to help me. I was hunched over and tense. My neck and shoulders were in pain. My fingers hurt like hell kneading my breast to try to get milk to flow.
A couple of days later, I brought Logan to his first pediatrician appointment and they weighed him. They pricked his heel to test his jaundice levels and then I went home. Shortly after getting home, I received a phone call telling me that Logan lost more than ten percent of his birth weight and has high levels of jaundice so they want to admit him to the children's hospital. I cried and cried because I felt like a failure. My baby was starving and I didn't even know! At the hospital, they told me to feed, supplement, and pump every 3 hours. I sat shirtless on the chair with the pump attached to my body, with no milk coming out, crying tears of regret, and stuffing my mouth with food and water to eat enough to produce milk. It was traumatizing.
The nurses brought us a bottle of formula and when my mom fed Logan I couldn't even look. I saw him guzzling the bottle down and my heart broke in half. I felt failure every time I pumped and nothing came out. I hated my body for taking so long for my milk to come in. I hated myself for every bottle of formula my baby drank. I know fed is best and that formula is fine but at the time, I felt like I was giving my baby poison. My postpartum emotions were horribly manipulating. I rejoiced the first time I pumped out a drop of colostrum or was it milk. I don't even know what it was. We fed Logan those few drops using a syringe. I started to feel hope. Logan gained enough weight the next two days to be discharged thanks to our combo feeding and pumping routine.
My mom and husband were angels and prepared and washed my pump parts for me every 3 hours. This is what our days looked like. I would sit on the couch with my breastfeeding pillow and someone would hand me the baby. They would help latch him on and then I would nurse him on both sides, while jiggling his arms and legs to keep him awake. After nursing, my husband would hand me the pump parts and I would apply lanolin and pump for 15 minutes. While I was pumping, my husband would then bottle feed the baby. And then he'd wash the pump parts and store the milk. Repeat every 3 hours. We were all zombies but we got through it somehow. I went to lactation specialists every week until they told me I can stop supplementing. I felt joy for the first time that day because I was starting to see that Logan was preferring the bottle over me.
Unfortunately pumping every three hours gave me serious oversupply. Logan hated nursing when my breast was engorged and he was drowning every time I let down. He was so fussy at the breast that every time I nursed I wanted to cry. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Why does breastfeeding come so damn naturally for other women but is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life? When he turned 3 months old and was more aware of his surroundings, he refused to nurse unless it was in a dark room before naps. This meant I couldn't take him out in public because he just wouldn't nurse! I hated how I was tied to my house just to breastfeed. I hated the pressure of keeping my baby alive solely using breastmilk. The problem was when we stopped supplementing, Logan refused to drink from a bottle. He wouldn't drink milk even when my husband fed him. I felt like I owed it to my son to keep nursing him despite my own feelings. Because truth be told, despite all of the stress.. whenever we nursed I felt a deep connection.
I can't talk about my breastfeeding story without talking about food allergies and my diet struggles. At 2-3 months old, I noticed that Logan had mucousy green stools and eczema on his face which pointed to a dairy/soy allergy. Eliminating dairy and soy was such a huge struggle and I had a hard time eating out because everything has soy! At his 6 month appt there was blood in his stool because of something I ate. I cried my heart out and felt like a shitty mom. My life revolved around checking his dirty diapers for any signs of blood, weighing Logan on the special baby scale I bought to see if he is gaining weight, and cautiously beginning our journey with solids. With each food he reacted to, I cut out from my own diet as well. It was a huge commitment and a sacrifice that I would have only made for my baby. I'm finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Logan is no longer allergic to dairy and soy! It's amazing.
Now that I'm breastfeeding an 11 month old, there are new struggles. He loves nursing so much for comfort that he pulls my shirt down and gets mad unless I nurse him. He fell in love with nursing because of cosleeping and now it's nonstop, on demand nursing. At home, church, while we're out shopping.. he'll pull my shirt down and it's pretty embarrassing! People ask me when I'm going to stop but my honest answer is I don't know. I worked damn hard to be able to breastfeed my baby and I'm not going to just throw our breastfeeding relationship away because he's no longer an infant. I persevered through mastitis, plugged ducts, nursing strikes, teething, and biting. And given the chance, I'd do it all over again.
I know this all sounds pretty negative but I didn't want to sugarcoat my experience. To touch on the positives of breastfeeding- it's the best feeling in the world to look at your kid's growth and say, "I did that. My amazing body was able to provide for my baby and look how big he is now!" I am so proud of myself for persevering through all of the hard times. I love how nursing can instantly calm Logan down when he's scared, stressed, or hurt. I love the way he holds my hand while he nurses. I love gazing down at his sweet face while he's nursing and he's fallen asleep. I love that my body was able to provide antibodies for Logan when he got his first cold. I just love being his mom. I'll write another post on weaning when I get there. Right now I'm thinking of nursing until 18 months or 2 years but who knows! Logan may wean earlier or I might reach my limit sooner than I think. Or maybe I'll be nursing a 4 year old! (God I hope not). I'm actually pretty terrified of the painful weaning process- both emotionally and physically.
What will I tell my children about breastfeeding? It's hard at first but it gets better. That's my truth.
Monday, May 22, 2017
4-7 Month Update
Wow I have really dropped the ball on these monthly updates. Logan just turned seven months today and has changed so much since I last posted. He no longer takes reflux medication and is growing perfectly. He still likes to nurse when he's sleepy in a dark room with no distractions but I don't think that will change at this point! Currently sleeping through the night but only because we cosleep. He cries so much if he wakes up and I'm not there. He is starting to get separation anxiety really bad!
He is still not crawling yet but is always rolling onto his tummy and pivoting around in a circle. When he wants to move forward he planks like superman while yelling. I can't wait to see him learn how to crawl so he can release that frustration! He can sit up unassisted but only for a short while before he loses focus and tumbles!
At his 6 month appointment, we found blood in his stool which confirmed a dairy/soy intolerance so we are still dealing with a sensitive baby. We started solids a few weeks ago and it has been challenging.. Avocado was his first food and he still loves it! But he is allergic to oatmeal cereal so we are hesitant on feeding him infant cereals in general. So far he has tried apple, pear, sweet potato, and broccoli. It's so so messy but Logan is having fun with it. He is also practicing how to drink out of a sippy cup and yesterday even drank a few sips of water with my help. He looked surprised!
We are having so much fun watching Logan grow and change.
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
First 3 Months
My Logan bear is now 3 months old and I've been having so much fun with him lately! The first two months were kind of a blur. I experienced so much anxiety over anything to do with Logan. He got baby acne, jaundice, weight gain problems, acid reflux, cradle cap-- I overexhausted myself daily while trying to seek comfort from Dr. Google. (A love/hate relationship). Despite all of this, Logan is the perfect baby boy. While it's been difficult with his reflux and sleep issues, he makes up for it by being the sweetest little baby boy. He never fails to smile at me in the mornings or to giggle when we play peekaboo. He loves to sing duets with me while I get him ready for the day. He's the best buddy there ever was. I cherish each moment while I hold and rock him in my arms. I love how he calms down when I talk to him. I love how he smiles at me in the mirror. I love how soft his little fingers feel against my hand. Logan, the first three months of your life was a huge learning curve for the both of us but we made it :) You are so worth it.
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
My Birth Story
Leading up to the big due date, I was convinced that I would go early. I was 80% effaced, 4 cm dilated, and feeling Braxton Hicks contractions 24/7! My doctor kept saying, "Any day now!" Well...that day finally came 3 days after my due date. My mom flew in from Dallas, TX at 9 pm and my husband and I headed over to the airport to pick her up. We got home, talked for a couple of hours, and then went to bed at around 11:30 p.m. on Friday October 21, 2016. I woke up at 1:30 a.m. with a cramp that I had never felt before this pregnancy. When people say, you'll know it when it happens- totally true!!! I got out of bed, hung out in the bathroom, and started timing my contractions. They were coming every 6 minutes but were not too painful. After about 15 minutes of this, I woke up my husband Ethan and told him I'm having contractions! With each contractions, I spotted red blood which I was super worried about. We woke up my mom, called the doctor, and he told me it's my choice- I can go to the hospital right now or in a couple of hours. He didn't seem to think anything was happening!
Well, an hour or two passed before we finally arrived at the hospital. The car ride was tough but not as hard as I thought it would be. My contractions did not hurt TOO much. When we finally got to the labor floor and I laid down in bed, the nurses checked my dilation and exclaimed, "You are at 10 cm!!!" I could not believe it! All along I was scared of "transition" where the contractions leading up to complete dilation supposedly hurt like hell. I did not get an epidural but asked for nitrous oxide gas which took the edge off. It made me not care so much about the pain. Ethan was pacing the room back and forth and made a hundred trips to the bathroom. It was so funny.
The nurses kept scrambling around trying to get ahold of the doctor but he was at another hospital. He didn't end up making it before his shift was over and another doctor had to step in. The room was suddenly full of tons of people. They had to call in NICU because my bag of water still did not break yet. The doctor decided to break my water and I felt a warm gush of fluid coming out. People thought the baby would be out any second but....nothing happened. They kept asking me, "Are you sure you don't feel the urge to push? It's like making a bowel movement!" And I said, "No..I don't feel like it." The nurses told me to try anyway, so I pushed and pushed. No change. People filed out of the room and the doctor ordered a small dose of Pitocin to make my contractions closer together. They went from 5-6 minutes apart to 2-3 minutes apart but did not hurt any more than it did before. I pushed about 4 times whenever a contraction came but I was getting disappointed because there was no progress. My mom told me she thought I would give up because I looked so tired.
I was in such a fog and I just remember thinking I need to get this baby out of me. After 1.5 hours passed, the nurses told me they could see his head. Ethan was so excited and it was his enthusiasm that kept me going. They told me he has hair and I reached down to touch his soft head. It was so soft and wet that it didn't feel like a human head at all! The ring of fire wasn't so bad I thought. Maybe it was the nitrous oxide making me brave but every time it hurt, I pushed with strength I didn't know I had. After his head came out, I pushed the rest of his body out and it was so cool. He slipped out so quickly and it didn't hurt at all. It was such a relief!
The nurses wiped him up, laid him down on my chest, and I stared at him speechlessly. My little son was here after 40 weeks and 3 days of us praying for him. Born October 22, 2016 at 8:59 a.m. Logan James Lai, 20 inches, and 7 lbs 6 oz. My perfect baby boy.
Well, an hour or two passed before we finally arrived at the hospital. The car ride was tough but not as hard as I thought it would be. My contractions did not hurt TOO much. When we finally got to the labor floor and I laid down in bed, the nurses checked my dilation and exclaimed, "You are at 10 cm!!!" I could not believe it! All along I was scared of "transition" where the contractions leading up to complete dilation supposedly hurt like hell. I did not get an epidural but asked for nitrous oxide gas which took the edge off. It made me not care so much about the pain. Ethan was pacing the room back and forth and made a hundred trips to the bathroom. It was so funny.
The nurses kept scrambling around trying to get ahold of the doctor but he was at another hospital. He didn't end up making it before his shift was over and another doctor had to step in. The room was suddenly full of tons of people. They had to call in NICU because my bag of water still did not break yet. The doctor decided to break my water and I felt a warm gush of fluid coming out. People thought the baby would be out any second but....nothing happened. They kept asking me, "Are you sure you don't feel the urge to push? It's like making a bowel movement!" And I said, "No..I don't feel like it." The nurses told me to try anyway, so I pushed and pushed. No change. People filed out of the room and the doctor ordered a small dose of Pitocin to make my contractions closer together. They went from 5-6 minutes apart to 2-3 minutes apart but did not hurt any more than it did before. I pushed about 4 times whenever a contraction came but I was getting disappointed because there was no progress. My mom told me she thought I would give up because I looked so tired.
I was in such a fog and I just remember thinking I need to get this baby out of me. After 1.5 hours passed, the nurses told me they could see his head. Ethan was so excited and it was his enthusiasm that kept me going. They told me he has hair and I reached down to touch his soft head. It was so soft and wet that it didn't feel like a human head at all! The ring of fire wasn't so bad I thought. Maybe it was the nitrous oxide making me brave but every time it hurt, I pushed with strength I didn't know I had. After his head came out, I pushed the rest of his body out and it was so cool. He slipped out so quickly and it didn't hurt at all. It was such a relief!
The nurses wiped him up, laid him down on my chest, and I stared at him speechlessly. My little son was here after 40 weeks and 3 days of us praying for him. Born October 22, 2016 at 8:59 a.m. Logan James Lai, 20 inches, and 7 lbs 6 oz. My perfect baby boy.
Saturday, August 27, 2016
30 Weeks Pregnant: Trip to Cannon Beach
Two weeks ago, my husband Ethan and I woke up at 7 a.m. on a Saturday and drove 1.5 hours to Cannon Beach and Seaside, Oregon. I just love how close Portland is to the coast. The drive there was absolutely gorgeous. We saw tons of beautiful farms, ranges, and national forests on the way that just made time pass by in a blink of an eye.
When we arrived, we grabbed lunch at this adorable breakfast cafe called Lazy Susan's. The marionberry scone was to die for. Ever since moving to Oregon, I have noticed marionberry on every single menu. It's a kind of blackberry that's grown locally and is pretty good! I ordered a veggie omelette and Ethan got poached eggs which he said were amazing.
Quick 10 minute wait to be seated at Lazy Susan's.
Marionberry scone
Next we headed over to the beach in hopes of taking awesome pictures of Haystack Rock. Unfortunately, it was incredibly foggy and we could barely make it out. Nonetheless, we had a great time sitting on the warm sand, eating maple donuts that we bought at a bakery.
30 Weeks Pregnant Bump
Haystack Rock behind me
I cannot believe that I will be 33 weeks pregnant in just a few more days. To think that it will be September next week absolutely excites me. My OB said that she believes baby is head down, his body is curled on my right side, and his legs are on my left. It is crazy how BIG his movements are now.
Current pregnancy symptoms: Heartburn, constant need to use the bathroom, and insomnia. I am starting to get Braxton Hicks but I can only tell because my stomach randomly hardens- I don't feel any type of discomfort or contraction at all!
We finally sold our house in Georgia which allows for more baby related shopping trips, yay! Everything at Carter's right now is 50% off, plus an additional 25% off your entire purchase for Labor Day. Definitely took advantage of that sale!
p.s. The nursery is almost done so that post will be coming up soon!
When we arrived, we grabbed lunch at this adorable breakfast cafe called Lazy Susan's. The marionberry scone was to die for. Ever since moving to Oregon, I have noticed marionberry on every single menu. It's a kind of blackberry that's grown locally and is pretty good! I ordered a veggie omelette and Ethan got poached eggs which he said were amazing.
Quick 10 minute wait to be seated at Lazy Susan's.
Marionberry scone
Next we headed over to the beach in hopes of taking awesome pictures of Haystack Rock. Unfortunately, it was incredibly foggy and we could barely make it out. Nonetheless, we had a great time sitting on the warm sand, eating maple donuts that we bought at a bakery.
30 Weeks Pregnant Bump
Haystack Rock behind me
I cannot believe that I will be 33 weeks pregnant in just a few more days. To think that it will be September next week absolutely excites me. My OB said that she believes baby is head down, his body is curled on my right side, and his legs are on my left. It is crazy how BIG his movements are now.
Current pregnancy symptoms: Heartburn, constant need to use the bathroom, and insomnia. I am starting to get Braxton Hicks but I can only tell because my stomach randomly hardens- I don't feel any type of discomfort or contraction at all!
We finally sold our house in Georgia which allows for more baby related shopping trips, yay! Everything at Carter's right now is 50% off, plus an additional 25% off your entire purchase for Labor Day. Definitely took advantage of that sale!
p.s. The nursery is almost done so that post will be coming up soon!
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Baby Boy Clothing Haul- Target, Carters, TJ Maxx
Hello everyone! Pregnancy update here! I'll be 26 weeks pregnant tomorrow, which means two more weeks until I reach the 3rd trimester! Whilst celebrating this milestone, it suddenly hit me that I am so close to having this baby.. but the baby will have nothing to wear! I decided to go to Target to buy some baby clothes essentials and wanted to share what I got. I love how newborn baby clothes comes in packs of 3 or 4 for under $10. It makes it very inexpensive to stock up on those cute onesies! I know I'll be needing the savings for decorating the baby's nursery room. Cannot wait!
How far along: 25 weeks 6 days
Total weight gain/loss: Up about 20 lbs
Maternity clothes? Yes! My pants don't fit anymore and my shirts are too short to fit over the bump!
Stretch marks? None so far! Fingers crossed.
Sleep: Normal but still having those vivid, crazy dreams!
Best moment this week: Buying baby clothes with my husband.
Movement: He is CONSTANTLY moving now and I love watching him kick my stomach up and down.
Food cravings: Sushi (I WILL have some after I deliver)
Anything making you queasy or sick: No!
Have you started to show yet: Yes! And strangers notice now too which is fun.
Gender: Boy!
Belly Button in or out?: In
Wedding rings on or off?: On
Happy or Moody most of the time: Happy and energetic!
Symptoms: Peeing all the time, get tired easily, heartburn
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