No Sense Crying Over Leaking Milk

It was a bit of a challenge getting Joey to sleep last night. He had a very big day visiting the doctor and going to Panera, and managed to take a 4 hour nap in the afternoon. (which I had to wake him from) That pretty much told me I'd be in for it come 9 o'clock. He finally settled in after our 12:30 feeding, leaving me wishing for at least 3 hours of sleep. (every time I wake to feed him I play this little game and guess what time he'll be up next. Call it goal setting... Joey usually wins.) Needless to say I was very pleased when I didn't hear from my little man until 4:45!

Joey first wakes by squeaking... a series of small noises that lasts for about 15 minutes before letting out a real cry. So, the squeaking set in around 4:45 leaving me to contemplate the all important question of "feed now, or feed later?" He is such a good baby that he will often accept my offering of a binky over a boob, allowing me to sleep for a while longer until he realizes that milk is not coming out of it, and his belly is still empty.

You might be asking why one would feed now then? Never without a price to pay, prolonging a feeding that has already gone 1 hour over the 3 hour mark means very full and probably very leaky boobs. You're now asking yourself, what's the big deal about a little leak? This is no dripping faucet my friends.... this is freaking Niagara Falls exploding from my chest! Still contemplating the binky-boob debate, I feel each side to further assess the situation, and amazingly both are dry... (either that or they have yet to fill up the maxi pad that is in my bra) I take a chancy move and decide to stretch it out. I give Joey the binky, roll over and close my eyes.

Baby's had enough binky at 5:30, and yep... you guessed it... I'm soaked. Both boobs... through the maxi pads, through the bra, through the shirt.... I instantly sit up and pray that my sheets aren't wet. I just changed them 2 days ago, and was hoping to get a good 3 more out of them. They were dry... the only mess I had to clean up was myself. So I exchanged dry boobs and clothes, for an extra 45 minutes of sleep and more laundry to do today... totally worth it!

Here is another picture of my sleepy baby:

Joey's here!

I'm in such awe over this new little person in our house. I can't quite find the words to say how happy he makes us, and how exciting it all is. He is only 10 days old, and I already feel like he has been here forever. I've dreamed of being a mother my whole life, and now I am and I can honestly say that I've never felt more content with anything else in my life. We are so blessed.

Preggo Update

Went for my 37 week appt. today. Everything is moving along swimmingly. The baby is about 7 and a half pounds, which is on the big side but not ginormous. He said if I go another 3 weeks he'll probably be about 8.5-9lbs. I can handle that. :) I'm soooooo ready for this baby to be here. The only thing I haven't done is pack my hospital bag. Although I'm not planning to bring much... hospital johnnies work just fine for me. You'll all be glad to know that the car seat is installed and inspected... I'm glad b/c now Ron can finally stop talking about that!

I think we are both experiencing a lot of anxiety about the impending birth. Not in a bad way, just the waiting for an unknown length of time is getting tedious. In fact, I had to find Ron a project so I sent him to Home Depot the other day and he is currently in the process of installing new storm doors and shutters on the house. That should buy me a few more days... :)

Agenda for the weekend: pack my hospital bag, clean the house some more, walk the dog A LOT. And when I'm not doing those things I intend to sit with my club feet up as much as possible.

Rear-facing Infant Restraint

4 out of 5 car seats are installed incorrectly. Improper installation can lead to serious injury, even death in a crash or roll over accident. These are the statistics and scary statements published in parenting magazines and literature. So why, oh god someone tell me why, are we having the most difficult time contacting someone to inspect the installation of our car seat? Ron has called just about every police department within a 30 mile radius, several hospitals, and a few fire departments. Everyone is either on vacation, only makes appointments for Wednesdays (but not this Wednesday, uh... they'll be busy), or doesn't return several voice messages. What is a responsible parent-to-be to do? I have no bloody idea if we've installed it correctly... chances are probably not... (we are usually among the 4 out of 5 in situations like these...) Maybe someone will call us back today. Maybe that's just wishful thinking. Maybe we will actually drive to Groton where Ron's cousin lives and she can inspect it. (she's certified in this, not just a random relative that we trust A LOT) I'll keep you posted.

On another note, it is so freakin hot. Too bad I'm so freakin cheap, or I might just run the air conditioners. Instead I'm sitting here with beads of sweat dripping off my face. That in combination with my 9 month pregnant swollen belly, giant tree stump size feet and ankles must paint a pretty glamorous picture for you. Enjoy that!