This week brought to you by… the sofa.

Stats: Weeks pregnant: 31 and days.

Weight: 204

Gain: +20

Waist :  48 at the bellybutton ish

And bust/hips (just for grins and giggles): 44 and 46 (+1).

Average number of times I get up to pee per night: sad face.

Size of the baby bean: 16.5 ish inches

Weight: 3.5 to 5 lb

Position: currently vertex (head down) with feet consistently kicking the crap out of my right side. (LOA for you birthy types)

Other pregnancy related crap:

Emotional crap: Crying. Lots of crying. And preparing. For birth and for having two little people and 3 big people. Making me a mother of FIVE. Five children.

Physical crap: Typical pregnancy stuff. I’m getting short of breath. It’s hard to move and sleep. I have to pee 6,243 times a day. And the pelvis thing. It’s been rough. Even though the pelvic stuff is improved over the last update it’s still really hard to move and I definitely cannot do my normal activity. I’ve been seeing the chiropractor weekly and resting as much as possible. We hired a housekeeper that is coming every two weeks which, despite my initial reservations, is AWESOME. I’ve been knitting and doing little things (small nesting you might. Cleaning our one drawer or closet. etc). NOW the silver lining… there are a lot of positives to be found here. This pain has forced my slow down. Since I am not a ‘take it easy’ person being forced to take it easy has been a blessing to some degree. I am able to enjoy Max’s movements and enjoy Ella’s development. I’m more available for my big kids. And even though I’ve had to depend on Matt much much more he has risen to the challenge of taking care of all he can and oddly being forced to be a little dependent on him has actually been a really good thing. Also, it’s nice to have time to be creative and sew, knit and decorate. I’ve made lots of things for Max and other friends babies and I’m working on things for Ella and the house too.

Here are a few:

Kids hands. Excited to add Max’s to this :)

Bunting to go with the hands.

Stripey hat.

Hat and tiny socks.

Max’s blanket #1.

See. Productive. SO not JUST sitting. Also HELLO I learned to knit SOCKS. OMG SOCKS.

Also despite all the usual discomforts of being largely pregnant and the pelvis thing I don’t feel TERRIBLE. I actually think I feel better than I did with Ella at this point. The forced rest I’m sure is helping. At 29 weeks with Ella I was taken off  work and I was READY to be off work. It was hot. I was huge and miserable.

What I want to devour: Ice. and all food. What makes me want to hurl: Orange juice. OMG. I want to drink it SO BAD. and it makes me SO SICK.

Supplements:  Prenatal (from trader joes). Calcium-Magnesium (with D) pills (2). And my friend, the Prevacid. Also drinking Yogi Mother’s Tea now. Will start the birth prep in a couple of weeks. More on that later.

Activity: Let’s not talk about it. Unless getting up and down counts as activity. Walking up and down stairs is like HARD.

Boy? Or girl?: BOY. Still Name:  Maxwell  MAX!!

In other news: If Ella doesn’t kill herself falling off of something, she may kill me. Seriously. The kid has no fear. We have added TWO more gates to confine her to the family room so she can’t climb the dining table because I simply cannot get to her quick enough to protect her. I do NOT love gates but I hate stitches more. And blood. And broken things. Like bones.

BABY PREP: nothing new. All the clothes are washed, folded and put away. He has enough. Not too many ‘outfits’ but plenty of sleepers, gowns and a few kimonos and onesies. I’m working on a second blanket and will be ordering the birth kit this week. Whoa. Will be buying my friend Jenny’s bouncy chair.Even though I mostly always wear my babies it’s really nice to have a safe place to put them for things like hot oven cooking and showering. I’d love to have a Moses basket but at the price they are I think I’ll skip it.

Tandem nursing update (BOOBS): No real changes there. Still colostrum. Still nursing. I’m really hopeful now that we will be able to tandem. With just a couple of months left in the pregnancy it doesn’t seem like Ella plans to give up. This is exciting for me NO daunting. I’m actually hoping her nursing will help us with the transition to having a new baby in the house.   I get sore. And positioning is a challenge but we are working with what we have and it works fine.


And here’s the  belly photo(s): Week 29: Week 30: week 31:


Despite the fact that I LOOK huge I don’t really FEEL like he’s huge. Weird.

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This week brought to you by The Art of Happiness by His Holiness the Dalai Lama. I have this book audio version. If you haven’t read (or heard) it I encourage you to.


Weeks pregnant: 18 weeks 2 days.

Weight: 188 lbs.

I drank a 12 ounce glass of milk a day (with instant breakfast) for two weeks and THAT happened (I started with the milk because I NEEDED that 20 grams of protein. Pregnant women should get 80-100 grams a day and I was getting about 40 maybe).  I’m trying not to freak out but I will admit… I’m freaking out a little bit. Because I started this pregnancy so much heavier than I am used to being (read: the biggest I’ve ever been) it’s REALLY hard for me to watch the scale climb. I know I NEED to gain weight for the health of the baby overall (or studies suggest anyway) but I wish I didn’t have to. I don’t WANT to weigh over 200 pounds, and I know it’s just a number, I do, but I don’t want to exceed it. That all being said I won’t ignore the scale because I’d rather watch and KNOW what’s happening than just put faith in my body to gain the right amount. Because let’s face it, my body likes CAKE. With the prior pregnancies I’ve gained anywhere from 30-55 pounds and my body seemed to regulate itself pretty well without me paying any attention (40 with Kelsey {started at 138}, 35  with Sean {started at 150}, 30 ish with Owen {started at 155}, 55 with Ella {started at 140, but had been 123 about two months prior, I gained that 17 pounds at Matt’s request}). I think now, a combination of my age and having been pregnant so many times, my body does different things with weight gain so I’m mindful of that.

Gain: +5 lbs total overall (that’s +2, actually 2.5 if I include the decimals, in ONE week. I hadn’t gained anything in 10 weeks so I guess I’m due to gain SOMETHING.)

Waist :  44.5 at the bellybutton

And bust/hips (just for grins and giggles): 44″ and 44″.

Average number of times I get up to pee per night: 4. FOUR.

Size of the baby bean: 9 inches. MANGO.

Weight: HALF a pound!

Other pregnancy related crap:

Emotional crap: It’s been a better week. Ella is still sleeping like crap so I’m still tired making me still emotional but I’m TRYING to not cry every time I turn around. This baby is getting real. And I’m finally starting to feel excited and not just scared of how crazy I’ll be with two little kids and three big ones.

Physical crap: My round ligament pain is up a notch this week. It’s always there but now it’s REALLY always there. Also pelvic pain and pressure. I HAVE 22 WEEKS LEFT. I’m not excited about already waddling and feeling way more pregnant than I am. But I guess being pregnant this many times will do that. Also itchy itchy belly. Ugh. Using coconut oil for that

What I want to devour: I REALLY want banana bread this week. I haven’t made it yet. Sigh.

What makes me want to hurl: not much thankfully

Supplements:  Prenatal (from trader joes). Calcium-Magnesium (with D) pills (2). Papaya enzyme for the reflux/heartburn. It is actually quite helpful. And my friend, the Prevacid.

Activity: Some bike riding. Some walking. I’m parking far from the store and trying to use my stairs more times a day (just going up for no real reason) but I’m ALREADY having a rough time moving around. And the pool is freezing. So none of that.

Boy? Or girl?: Boy. Still boy. STILL. BOY. 2 weeks.

Names: Boy: Maxwell {insert exciting middle name here} Girl: Maggie Anne. Done. Picked.

In other news: Regular kicks now. Regular like every time I sit down I can be guaranteed to feel something. Yesterday I even felt them from OUTSIDE (which is saying something considering my layer of *ahem* padding). I am SO happy to be finally feeling regular kicks. It’s funny because we seemed to have completely bipassed the wiggly, fluttery stage. It’s as if the baby just needed to be able to contact the uterine wall. Now that he (she) can he’s able to put his strength to work in there. There’s a HUGE difference in a 12 week (half an OUNCE) versus an 18 week fetus (half a POUND). SO really that makes perfect sense.

BABY PREP: Diapers WASHED. Also went to the Carter’s outlet and used a 20% off in addition to the 40% they had already marked down to buy two gowns (unisex) and hats and two sleepers (unisex and BOY) and socks (boy). It’s risky buying boy stuff but I did the same with Ella because I was SURE (I had her entire bedding set by 20 weeks because I got it on clearance at target for about 60% off). Also the few Kate Quinn things I ordered came this week. Nightgown. Blanket. Onesie. T-shirt. They are more boy than girl but could work for either. Also a good twitter friend (NEVER underestimate the power of social networking, people) is sending me some diapers (and clothes for Ella) and saving her baby boy stuff for me. Because she’s AWESOME. (and her baby was born last year in March)

Tandem nursing update (BOOBS BOOBS and more boobs. you may skip):

Things are status quo with the nursing. Ella nurses to nap or at night sometimes (if I’m putting her down, I’ve been having dad do the bedtime duty when he’s home) and occasionally during the day just to snuggle or soothe. She’s able to fall asleep without nursing now even if I put her down. I just pay her in the bed and pat her back for a few minutes. It takes a little more time but my hope is that she will at some point soon be able to just fall asleep after being laid in her bed. Her total nursing time is probably less than 15 minutes a day (keeping in mind that even when I had milk a nursing session only lasted 5-10 minutes because of my super fast letdown and presumably her very efficient suck).


And here’s the (bare for a change) belly photo:


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Week number 8 in the baby baking series. This week brought to you by NO NAPS EVER. My apologies for the lateness of the post. I was well, tired.

And a brief(ish) word on dating of pregnancy: The average human gestation has been thought to be around 280 days. This is 40 weeks or 10 lunar months (a lunar month being 28 days in length). Naegele’s Rule is the generally accepted method of calculating the EDD (or estimated date of delivery). You can calculate this yourself by taking the first day of your last period, subtracting 3 months and adding 7 days. Or you can let you midwife or OB do it for you because they have a fancy schmancy wheel for just that purpose. (I’m going to talk about Mittendorf’s Rule some other time, but I would hope that this method becomes more common for calculating due dates as Naegele seems to underestimate the usual length of pregnancy). Because day ONE of pregnancy is the day you start your period (before you have actually conceived.) you are actually in your first week of pregnancy while you’re on your period! By the day your period is late you are 4 weeks pregnant. Now after that it’s all semantics. For example, I am 37. On my 37th birthday my dad said welcome to your 38th year of life. This is a little like on Monday do you refer to the next Saturday as THIS weekend OR NEXT weekend? SO on Sunday I was officially 12 weeks pregnant. Meaning I am now 12 weeks and 3 days or IN week 13. Make sense? This gets confusing when you look at books that aren’t absolutely clear what week they’re talking about. I have one book that I’m looking at week 13 and one that says I’m 11 weeks (counting from conception). CONFUSING.


Weeks pregnant: 12+5 days

Weight: 186.6 lbs (I’m adding the 10ths but it’s that same as last week)

Gain: +3 lbs total (no change from last week)

Waist : 35 at the skinny 43 at the bellybutton

And bust/hips (just for grins and giggles): 44″ and 45″. That’s right. 44 and 45 INCHES. Buh dunk. A dunk.

Average number of times I get up to pee per night:  One. And I just take the baby.

Size of the baby bean: Peach! 3 inches

Weight: half an ounce. Woot.

Other pregnancy related crap:

Emotional crap: Working on peacefulness. Working hard.

Physical crap: I’m having lots of good days. And when they aren’t good I feel BAD.

What I want to devour: Nothing. Really. I want some salad from the Olive Garden.

What makes me want to hurl: here’s something weird. SUGAR. Suddenly the thought of anything sweet is repulsive.

Supplements: Red Raspberry Leaf (2 caps). Prenatal (from trader joes). Calcium-Magnesium (with D) pills (2).

Activity: Walking 3 or biking 6-7. It’s been rough going some days but I’m doing it.  I walked yesterday and the contractions have started. Every 3 minutes the entire time I was walking (which was a slow hour). So looks like my walking days are numbered.

Boy? Or girl?: Boy. Still boy. Eight. More. Weeks.

Names: Maxwell. Definitely Max. Middle name is picked but I’m not going to reveal it. I suggested Matt choose and you won’t believe it. Really. Girl… IF IT IS ONE (after I faint and have a myocardial infarction) I think Maggie Anne. Or Clara Anne. Anne after Matt’s mom’s middle name.

In other news: Ella turned one. I’m working on a one year post for her. But right now I’m mostly just exhausted because she hasn’t napped for CRAP in two days and I spent four hours baking a rainbow cake yesterday.

I’m also working on having FAITH in my body and it’s ability to get this baby out. A


Tandem nursing update (still talking about boobs. you may skip):

I know the milk supply is down a bit (not at all gone). I’m fighting the same soreness I’ve been having the last couple of weeks. It’s bad at times and I’m cringing but bearing it. Ella is doing a litle better with her night sleep. I’ve been nursing her are moving her over to the twin bed so she won’t stay attached. She fusses through the transfer but will usually sleep a couple of hours by herself before she’s looking for me and my boobs.

And here’s the belly photo:


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Week number 3 in the baby baking series. This week brought to you by pellegrino and mashed potatoes.


Weeks pregnant: 7 (presumably)

Weight: 185 POUNDS

Gain: +2 lbs total, 0 from last week (YAY! This is exactly what I want to happen. trying to keep my gain in check, especially for the first 20 weeks)

Waist: skinny part 36″ today, @ belly button 39″

Average number of times I get up to pee per night: 3

Size of the baby bean: Blueberry (.5 inches). This is a big week for baby. Doubled in size from last week!

Weight: .04 ounce

Other pregnancy related crap:

Emotional crap: Boo. Hoo. Hoo. That about sums it up.

Physical crap: Belly pooch. It doesn’t look pregnant. It’s just inconvenient. And the tired. Oh the tired. And the sick has hit. Full force. So yeah. Yuck. And if you don’t know me here’s a fun tidbit, I don’t vomit. I haven’t since I was about 5 or 6 years old and I just can’t seem to. Oh believe me, I’d LIKE to some days, But I can’t. So I just get to be green and sick. Constantly. (Well usually from about 11-12 on).

Grape juice pellegrino slushie:

What I want to devour: KFC Mashed potatoes. Coke.

What makes me want to hurl: ground beef

Activity (LABOR AND BIRTH PREP): Hitting the road daily. 2.5-3 mile walk/jog or 5-6 mile bike ride. So far this is working out really well. It’s tough to make time when I’m exhausted but I’m still doing it! One of my favorite birth prep books is  Active Birth. I really loved this book even as a nurse. For the momma who wants to actively participate in her birth it’s a great pregnancy resource. So I’m consulting it again and doing the yoga positions it suggests (which aren’t really any different from my regular yoga).

As a former L&D RN and lady who has been pregnant 6 times I can tell you that physical activity is PARAMOUNT. The more physically active and fit you are, the more likely it is that your pregnancy and delivery will be easier. This is absolutely not lip service. (However let me just add in a personal professional observation, I have found that VERY VERY fit women, athletes for example, actually have longer, harder labors, I theorize that this has to do with having very tight, strong muscles and actually not being able to relax, but it’s just a theory. I have a lot of theories, most of which you probably don’t want to hear. Don’t even ask me about birth plans. Just don’t.). Anyway, I was quite fit going into my pregnancy with Ella (prior to becoming pregnant I had been running a fair amount, up to 25 miles a week, and doing yoga and free weights) but spotting in the beginning halted my activity almost completely. After the spotting came the very early contractions. They weren’t making any change to my cervix so continuing to exercise was ok, and I did, except that they were pretty uncomfortable and made doing anything fast or strenuous almost impossible. Even the grocery store became a challenge. The mister and I would ride our bikes a fair amount and I swam once it was warm though. And I felt pretty good right up to the end when she was just so huge it wouldn’t have mattered if I had been an Olympian.I could barely get myself off the sofa. Swear. See:

That’s three weeks BEFORE she was born. THREE

So anyway that’s the plan for this time too. I’ll work out as hard as I can until my body won’t allow it. Then I’ll go back to the bike and yoga spending a lot of time focusing on the pelvic floor and my lower body because more than likely (given Ella’s very large size and assuming another similarly large baby) this baby won’t be born in the pool but rather from a standing squat or using a stool. More on that later.

Boy? Or girl?: Sick like a girl. But still thinking boy.

Names: How do you feel about Maxwell? Clara?

In other news: Um. My big kids are about to go back to school. That has nothing to do with being pregnant but it scary. I’m about to have a 6th grader, an 8th grader and a junior in HIGH SCHOOL. Lord have mercy.

Tandem (pregnant) nursing update (still talking about boobs. you may skip. Plus it’s long.): My supply, the thing I fear most, seems to remain a constant. I’m not sore. I don’t have the creepy crawly feeling many moms describe. In fact, except for being tired and paranoid about my milk, nursing Ella now is almost exactly the same as before.  She has started eating more solids but this is a function more of her age than my milk. I keep reminding myself that by age 1 Owen (my 11 year old) was only nursing 3 times a DAY. Ella stills nurses when she wakes, before she naps (2-3 hours later), when she wakes from nap (2 hours later), before she goes down again (2-3 hours later), when she wakes from that nap, before bed and often in between. THEN she nurses off and on all night (last night was literally ALL night. No, REALLY ALL NIGHT) but minimally every 2 ish hours (sometimes for only a minute or two though, just long enough to get back to sleep).

One thing I’m being asked is will I wean Ella at night before the baby arrives. Well the simple answer to this is no. IF SHE WEANS HERSELF, then that’s fine. BUT if she still wants to nurse at night, I plan to let her to whatever degree I am able. I respect and honor our breastfeeding relationship. It is something that provides her needed nourishment and emotional security and I am FINE WITH THAT. I don’t have issue with her nursing for comfort, say if she bumps her head or falls down. In fact, frankly I’m glad I’m there to provide that for her. I never turn her away at the breast or try to redirect her. If she wants to nurse, she can nurse. Period. No matter where we are or what we are doing. She is not something to be dealt with or handled, she is not an inconvenience, trouble or an irritation, she is my baby. And when I had her I personally decided to give myself to her, to love and care for her, to meet her needs, all of them, to the best of my ability. That is how I parent. It’s fine if you don’t, but that is how I do it. While the breasts belong to me physically, as far as she knows they are hers, just like her blanket or her sippy cup or her banana, so she can have them.

Does this mean I don’t get tired of being up at night? Of course not. Right now I am in a real struggle. I am TIRED. And I need more sleep. BUT I know that this stage of life is brief. It is so very very brief and it’s really helpful in parenting I think to remind yourself of this ALL. THE. TIME. If you’re a new(ish) parent you may not yet know this (or realize just how brief) but I know this stage is brief because in 5 days my baby, my sweet little Kelsey, is turning 16 years old. And I can remember as if it were yesterday, nursing her ALL NIGHT LONG. Just like Ella. And guess what? She doesn’t nurse anymore. She sleeps in her own bed (mostly). She’s sweet and independent and caring and awesome. Is that because of how I parented her? Maybe. Maybe not. But it’s working out so far. My kids are good kids. Ella will also most likely not be sleeping with me or nursing all night when she is 16.

Non traditional belly shot (because it doesn’t really look different than last week anyway):

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Week number 2 in the baby baking series. This week brought to you by chamomile tea and afternoons naps.


Weeks pregnant: 6 (presumably)

Weight: 185 POUNDS ( Yes. That is two pounds up from last week. I don’t think it’s a genuine gain though. My weight tends to pop up a couple of lbs when I ramp up on the exercise, which has been happening. My eating habits haven’t changed, except for the better. I made chocolate chip cookies and only had part of ONE. Who eats PART of a cookie? More on weight later.)

Gain: +2 lbs

Waist (I said belly button but I MEANT at the skinny part): 36″ today

Average number of times I get up to pee per night: 2-3

Size of the baby bean: Lentil (.25 inches)


Other pregnancy related crap:

Emotional crap: Still with the crabby. Still with the emotional. The kids chewed almost all of my gum this week. I almost died. Seriously do NOT stand between a nauseated pregnant woman and her minty freshness. DO. NOT.

Physical crap: Still with the bloated. I look pregnant. Not a fan. Nausea off and on with no real rhyme or reason. Though the heat does NOT HELP.  Not as bad as with Ella at this stage but very inconvenient in any case.

What I want to devour: Only craved spicy tofu one day this week. Two days later spicy tofu made me want to gag.

What makes me want to hurl: Only the *thought* of things makes me want to hurl. Hot dogs. Hurl. Corn dogs. Yum. Weird.

Activity: Still walking 2.5-3 miles 4-5 times a week now (45 minutes) when the Mister is away at work and last week twice with him once he was home (I think I only took one day off). I even RAN a bit. Ok it was a sad 4 minute jog at an 11:30 pace but still. Also yoga. We ride our bikes in the evening when the Mister is home (and I ride alone or with the other kids when I feel up to it). My bike had a very unfortunate breakdown last week. It was devastating. The new parts have arrived and I’m hoping the Mister can fix it soon. I have been riding his bike. It’s heavy and has fat tires. Add 26 lbs of Ella and me = a really challenging workout. Also chasing Ella around the house should count. Trying to keep her from falling down/climbing up and THEN falling down the stairs could be a full time job. Gates on order.

Boy? Or girl?: Still with the boy. Or twin girls. Pretty sure boy though.

Names: I think we’ve firmed up a boys name. We were absolutely SET on Benjamin Joseph or Eli but I think we’ve tossed those both out now. I like Jack. So maybe that but the firm name I’m keeping under wraps for now :) (there’s really no REASON to keep it secret. I just am to be ornery). I perused my family tree and found some GREAT names on my mom’s side. My great great grandmother? Her name was Winnary. No lie. Also Amos, Riley, Saralia, JOHAN. There’s a Hattie a Cornelius AND a Heinrich. We are all over the board with girls names but I think it’s a boy so irrelevant. I hope. Otherwise we might have a daughter with 5 names. Definitely love Clara and Maggie (Margaret) though. Those are on the top of the list. I also love Ruby, but it’s not well received. Those of you with older children… did they offer an opinion on names? Because we’ve got a whole HOUSE of opinions over here.

In other news: Let’s talk about weight. I am LAMENTING my not losing weight before I got pregnant.  I am not pleased with my size. I don’t like buying XL clothes and I don’t like that my maternity clothes from Ella will not even remotely fit (not that it matters because they were all spring and summer anyway). What I mostly don’t like is by this stage with Ella I already had what was obviously (to me) a pregnant poochy tummy and with this baby I just look lumpy. And I don’t want to be lumpy. It’s all my own fault for not being more disciplined earlier but let me tell you it takes DISCIPLINE. It is HARD for me to lose weight.  When I was 20 I used to look at overweight people and say “Oh I’ll NEVER be like that. It won’t happen. Because I’m skinny. TEE HEE Where’s the CHEESECAKE?” Well guess what? Skinny people get chubby too sometimes. Also it is not an exaggeration when people say it gets harder to lose weight as you age and after more kids. This is FACT. If there is no data to back it up I’m here to say it’s FACT. I AM THE DATA. With every pregnancy it has gotten harder and harder and taken longer and longer to lose the weight. Anyway it’s too late now so all I can do is be careful and eat well and do what exercise I can. .

That all being said, because I marvel at the wonder that is the human body and the ability mine has to even grow one baby much less feed a WHOLE OTHER baby, this is no time to bemoan my physique. Lumpy or not. And to be frank ladies there really is nothing more UNattractive than a woman walking around complaining about how she is fat and ugly all the time. Act fat and ugly. Be fat and ugly. So you won’t hear me mention this again. Head up. Shoulders back. Smile on. Period. Next item of business.

We, in case you were unaware, are planning a homebirth. We will be meeting with our wonderful CNM Rita Barron in August for out initial visit and labs/ultrasound. We plan on having concurrent care with her for these kind of things. And in the event we need to go to the hospital for any reason she would care for us there. I have known Rita for many years and she is a big proponent of homebirth. She’s also a very nice lady. :) Also we’ve spoken with the midwife who will do our homebirth, Jacque. She attended Ella’s birth and is awesome. And I think she’s is about as excited as us!

Tandem nursing update (still talking about boobs. you may skip): Well there isn’t much to say. Ella is still nursing day and night every 2-3 hours (sometimes all night). I’ve been sore on some days but on some days she spends so much time attached to me that I’d be sore if I were pregnant or not. It helps to nurse frequently and switch sides often.  ALSO you should know that I am taking a prenatal vitamin and calcium-magnesium. I am not really a big fan of vitamins. Mostly I think they just give you expensive pee. I’ve taking enough physiology and nutrition classes to know this… If your nutrition is good (read: optimal) you shouldn’t really need supplementation BUT in this case I feel like I’d better protect my bones because of the tandeming (and folic acid is always important so there’s that). And I would offer this recommendation to other mothers as well. If you can’t take a multi take calcium for YOU (and folic acid for your baby ) because in the end the body will protect fetus first, baby second and you, yeah you’re last. Awesome. Also notable  I think the tandeming definitely plays in to my being  tired DEAD EXHAUSTED . I’ve said it before I’m sure but having an infant relying on you while you’re building another one is no joke. I’m being really aware of what I eat and drink and making sure to take care of myself to try to protect my milk supply. The thing I KEEP hearing over and over is “My milk dried up at 8 (10, 12, 18, 20) weeks.” I know that this is a REAL possibility but if it happens I want to be able to say I did everything I could to try to have it not happen (though hormones are hormones and you can’t change those).

And here’s the photo (I can’t suck it in this week):

Also note: being photo bombed by 13 year old’s hand and baby’s head.


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