Our Adventure called Life

So the pictures that accompany this posting have nothing to do with the content.  As you read on, you will understand why.  But, I couldn't resist posting a few shots of one of the loves of my life. Getting dressed post pregnancy is depressing.  Shirts are tight and pants don't zip.  Socks are about the only item of clothing that still fit.  However, leaving the house in socks only is clearly not an option.  Yesterday we had a funeral to attend.  I put on a black dress that fit.  It practically fit like it did pre-pregnancy which immediately meant I was wearing this dress!  As we ventured out of the house and arrived at the cemetery, Baby P decided it was time to eat.  It was only then I realized that there was not an access route for P to get to his food. The only way for this baby to eat was for this dress to come off.  Completely off.  Clearly, I am a novice at dressing for breastfeeding. Since taking my dress off at the cemetery or even in a car at the cemetery was no

My happy little glow worm Happy 1 month birthday Paisley!!  This past month has been the quickest month out of the past 9, funny how that works!  So our little P monster has been growing and changing on a daily basis.  His stats at birth : 6lbs. 5.9oz 19 inches long His stats at 1 month : 8lbs. 12oz 21 inches long  My one month old (complete with Buddah belly)!  He continues to be exclusively breastfed which you can tell by his weight gain is working out quite nicely.  During the night he typically goes down between 9-10pm.  He will wake us between 1-2am to eat and again between 4-5am.  Then he sleeps until 8ish.  It appears he currently favors his Momma but that's probably because I'm his source of food.  Here are a few of his other favorite things; -Having Mom or Dad sing to him -His musical frog -His Neptune play mat -Having his bottom patted while being rocked -Bath time -Riding in the car -Staring at semi-bright lights A few of his dislikes; -

The days that followed P's birth were a peaceful whirlwind of activity.  After 24 hours, I was allowed to move from my hospital bed into the queen size bed with my husband.  I will forever be amazed that this sweet husband of mine slept for 36 nights on an air mattress at the foot of my hospital bed.  Not once did he complain or mention going home and sleeping in our bed.  I think it's safe to say my husband loves me. My incision healed nicely but hurt like crazy when I would get up from laying down.  P stayed in our room 90% of the time, only leaving when the nursery needed to take vitals or his Dr. was making her rounds.  Holding him in my arms made time stand still.  I could not drink in his features quick enough.  Each sound he made would melt my heart.  Every time he would wrinkle his forehead and stretch I wanted to squeeze him close and never let go.  I was amazed.  And sleep deprived.  During the night, every sound he made caused Scott and I to jump up and rush to