Only A Mere Woman

          Well, J.B. has taken to the bottle surprisingly well, and right from the start, too. That was a bit unexpected, for the few times I had pumped so that I could leave for a reasonable amount of time he would never take one, even from Daddy. I guess he must have really been hungry. We did have a brief period about a week after introducing the bottle that he basically refused to take it, but I think he is over that now, considering he drank 5.5 ounces in one sitting yesterday, the most he has ever taken! It brings me much joy and comfort knowing that he isn't going hungry. And you will never know what a good thing wet diapers are, until you don't have any to change, and really should.            Anyhow, it is a great thing that he is getting the nutrition that he needs and I am no longer able to provide for him, but let me tell you, bottles are a hassle! As awful as nursing was in the beginning, all in all nursing is much easier. At least, I think so. Fewer things to was

          If you read my last post, you would have noted that we are expecting again.  Yup.  This time we decided not to wait to tell people, because I really didn't want to be keeping a secret like that for three months again. It was hard last time.  Well, that's not true.  At first I was like, "We aren't telling anybody ever."  Why, you ask?  Because I so wasn't ready for this, at all.  Not that we were avoiding, exactly, just kinda seeing how well breastfeeding alone worked, but I totally wasn't expecting children 16 months apart.  So, after the congratulations of whoever we told, came the inevitable "So, are you excited? / You must be excited!"  And honestly, I wasn't.  Unless you were to mean excited in the sense of nervous/excitable:  "Oh, she's an excitable person - freaks out at everything!"  I was kinda panicking, actually.  There are days, quite a few of them actually, where it seems like I can't handle the 8.5 mo

     Well, I'm not too sure, exactly, of what to write, though I sort of feel compelled to write something. Why? Because J.B. is napping in my lap, and I now have a smart phone. :) So, basically, there's not much else I could be doing anyway. Naw, I don't really want to put him down; it's nice not having to deal with tired crabby baby who feels like he's being abandoned because he wakes up during transport. We attempted some nap sleep training for a couple of weeks, but that left both of us tired and crabby so I cut my losses and settled for sleeping through the night. Eventually we will drop the nursing/being held naps, but right now I'm fine with settling.       Life has been decently good to us these past almost 8 months since I basically stopped writing. We're finally in the market for a house. J.B. started crawling on Saturday, thereby increasing the necessity of a larger place. Unfortunately, what we want doesn't seem to exist, except in the very

          Nursing. Just because it's "natural" and "instinctual" doesn't mean it's easy. Because it really isn't. The most difficult thing I have done, up to date, is sticking with it. Yes, giving birth was hard, but there was no way around that. There are only so many ways to get a baby out, and all of them involve pain. But feeding a baby, now there's a different story. There are a few ways to go about it, some of which are completely painless. So you see, when faced with the choice of sticking with the miserableness that was nursing (for it certainly was unbearable at times) and the possibility of leaving that pain behind in favor of something else, it took pretty much everything in my willpower to forge ahead. I have never wanted to quit anything so badly in all of my life. But I stuck with it, and I'm glad I did; because it gets so much better, it really does. Now I can say I'm part of a not very large percentage of women who have nu

          No, not physical therapy. Not physical training either, though I could definitely benefit from some. No, P. T. quite simply stands for Pregnancy Test. You see, it was a year ago today that we discovered that we were with child. A very happy and nerve wracking day indeed. A day for treats and celebration! A day, the anniversary of which shall be henceforth celebrated as one of thanksgiving. One year ago today we found out that we were parents, and from that day forth our lives would be so radically changed for the better.  Oh, it hasn't been easy - that first trimester was rough, these newborn days haven't been all peaches and cream, and there will most assuredly be many challenging times ahead - but it sure has been worth it overall.           And, if you ask me, such days should be days of celebration for every pro-lifer. Why? Because it seems like celebrating the days we first found out about our children would have a little bit of impact on those who believe that