Booby traps

I found a great article on breastfeeding via my friend Theek over at the Laotian Commotion! (Thanks, Theek!!)

Almost every aspect of the article rang true with my own breastfeeding experiences! Here is the link to the article: HERE .

I’ll touch on some of it’s topics that are my favorites!

“Your mother (or step-mother, or mother-in-law, or mentor), didn’t breastfeed, so she can’t show you how, share her experience, or tell you what to expect. Not so with burping and diapers. At worst, our mothers may be uncomfortable with breastfeeding, have unresolved feelings of guilt or anger, be prey to myths and misinformation, and intentionally or unintentionally undermine us. While we understand that the previous generation didn’t know better, like seatbelts and sunscreen, it is a tough issue to deal with when we are at our most vulnerable as new mothers. At best, our mothers want to support us, but don’t know how. – Cultural Booby Trap!”

All of the women family in my life told me they did not have success with breastfeeding. It was discouraging to hear that so many of my own kind couldn’t do it. Right on spot with having the other knowledge of changing diapers and such! My sister in law taught us how to be pros!


“The clock is ticking and your husband or partner hates to see you suffer and struggle, so he tells you ”it’s okay to give the baby formula, I wasn’t breastfed and I turned out fine,” instead of helping you get expert help to fix the problem. He means well, but he doesn’t know any better either. You go online and don’t realize you are swimming in a sea of misinformation–even from well-respected, popular parenting sites. You go to a breastfeeding website, and it is either totally unappealing, or the language is so technically scientific, it’s over your head.- Cultural Booby Trap!”

John wanted me to lose all the guilt I was feeling with breast feeding for sure! I knew he meant well, but it just confirmed to me that I wasn’t doing good enough and that killed me. I had to have a talk with him about the F word. Formula haha! I told him that I would decide when. ONLY ME. And I’d let him know when I could no longer help Harper with just my supply. That’s exactly how we did it.


“Miraculously, you get help, stick it out, go to great lengths to leave the room every time you nurse the baby, yet yourmother-in-law and friends are uncomfortable with breastfeeding, so they ask you “when are you going to give that baby a bottle,” or make comments to your husband that perpetuate myths and misinformation. – Cultural Booby Trap!”

I encountered SEVERAL folks that were uncomfortable handling my stored milk, and they all let me know. It made me feel shameful that I’d brought it over. I shouldn’t have to be ashamed of the awesome nutrients I pack for my baby, and breast milk is NOT gross! I was sort of prepared for this when hearing a coworker make a ride comment to another coworker when she put her breast milk in the fridge. Comments I got more than once by more than one person was “maybe your milk is bad” or “maybe she doesn’t like your milk” or “your milk must give her gas”…there were several others along that line, and they all made me feel like garbage. I also was taken aback by my friends and family making fun of mothers who chose to breast feed after the first year. 😦


THIS TIME I WILL BE PREPARED!!!!!! I will have a talk with John about the F word so he doesn’t put himself in a situation where he could be smacked. I will address any comments that offend me, make me feel guilty, or make me feel like less of a mom. After all, people don’t know they’ve offended you, unless you let them know, and usually it wasn’t their intention so they will apologize and try not to repeat the same mistake!

Hope you guys liked the article!




Emergency preparedness

As I head into the 33nd week of pregnancy (almost), I feel like I’m so unprepared even though I’ve done this before! If I KNEW when the baby was coming, it would be so much easier to have everything ready that week, but the fact is I don’t know when he will come! It could be in 2 weeks and it could be in 6 weeks!

It’s time to start my pre-appointment preparing. I did this after we went into early labor with Harper, because I was stuck at the hospital (although John got me my things very quickly) with nothing! No phone charger, no bra, and NO BLANKIE. I need my blankie. It smells like home and it makes me comfortable. My parents probably didn’t think I would have it 25 years. I’m sure they thought it would be lost or in bits and pieces by now. Somehow it still sleeps with me every night. I wonder if Fake Tom will last as long as my blankie…

Anyways here’s the day before ritual:

Pack the “NEED to have” bag:

  • Phone Charger
  • Laptop and charger
  • Blankie
  • Maternity bra
  • Soft leggings (2 pair)
  • Soft shirts (2)
  • Shampoo & Conditioner
  • Deoderant
  • Razor
  • Lotion
  • Body spray
  • Makeup

Make sure my toes and nails aren’t totally destroyed.

Shave my legs.

Light personal grooming so I don’t scare anyone.

The day OF I’ll need to:

Eat on the way to the appointment, because I’m selfish and don’t want to go without food even if I am in early labor. They have a record of starving me.

Avoid wearing boots. Because I don’t like to get in a fight with my shoes when the DR tells me “okay everything off from the waist down”

Charge my phone 100% on the way.

Tomorrow is our next appointment, so I have to go prepare myself!



Harper’s reaction to my level of crazy:



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Sneaky sneaky….

Here’s a sneak peek of what John and I have been working on in baby 2.0’s nursery. Just a taste though…I’ll give you the full meal with it’s all done!








Maybe you can guess where we are going, I can’t wait to share the nursery in its entirety, I think it’s shaping up nicely!  It just needs a few more personalization items to hang and place!  Devil’s in the details, folks!



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14 Months

Dear Harper,

I write this as you yell at me from your room, because lately you don’t like to sleep. You’d rather throw all of your necessary sleeping aids (Fake Tom, bottle, and Binky) out of the crib and wait for The Mommy and The Daddy to come pick them all up to hand them to you. It’s not very funny, do stop.

You turned 14 months old yesterday. You are quiet the personality now, not that you weren’t before, you just learn new tricks and gain more traits each week! You have the most facial expressions I’ve ever seen on a baby, and they’re so funny. You will smile at EVERYONE. You always make friends, because you will smile at someone until they’re forced to recognize them! Nobody ever ignores you.

I knew that you’d learn the word “no”. I felt bad at first because, I must be saying it a lot for you to know it! I don’t really feel bad anymore because it’s super cute. You sound like Consuela, the housekeeper from family guy. I would prefer it if you’d use it at different times other than mealtime. Every time I try to feed you, you say “noooooooooooooooooo”! You also throw your hands up to your head every time I say “aye yayay” (in a spanish accent of course). You try your best to call our cats to you. I think you’re imitating Real Tom’s meow/howl. Every time we walk outside, he makes sure to tell us he’s out there and that we need to talk to him. It used to sound like you were looking at him and saying “dog”, but now I’m pretty sure you’re just speaking in cat to him. It’s a step in the right direction to mending your relationship with him, because all you’ve really done to him this far is poke his eye and scream at him. I’d be afraid of you too. He’ll come around.

Oh yea, your friend Mackie taught you how to walk! Well, sort of, you take steps now without our help! I’m convinced Mackie should make a “secrets to walking for babies” DVD. We could write her a testimonial to put on the back of the DVD.

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20130130-204235.jpgOther news:

  • You have 4 teeth.
  • You think fighting with me over food is fun.
  • Your hair looks amazing in pig tails, but is in your eye when it’s down.
  • You had your first cold the day after your birthday this year, and then gave it to me, thanks for that. 🙂
  • You hate the doctor. Actually, you hate any sort of room that resembles a doctors office, that means changing you in bathrooms is a no no.
  • You have a ritual of taking off your socks and shoes in my car, and throwing them, making every car rid a scavenger hunt. I guess we won’t be having our windows down this summer. I’d hate for you to give a pedestrian a concussion with a sippy cup out the window!
  • You give kisses.
  • You LOVE LOVE LOVE to dance. You might like to dance even more than taking a bath.You like to lift up the Mommy’s shirt and poke the belly where your brother lives.
  • You love to sport polished nails. Okay, maybe I just love that.

Your favorite foods (when you eat) are:

  • Bananas
  • Yogurt
  • Pineapples
  • Pasta with red sauce
  • Rice
  • Cheerios
  • Green beans mixed with creamy soup
  • Potato soup
  • Hair rubber bands






oh yea…you’ve discovered the toilets and toilet accessories!  ARGH


Even when I’m really sad, you will do things to make me laugh and that’s the best gift I could ask for. I’m amazed when I look back at your newborn pictures, it’s like it was yesterday. Time has gone by so fast and I want it back to re live!


The Mommy

Oh great wall, here you are again!!

I’m here at the wall. The (probably brick) one I’ve run into this pregnancy where everything is hitting me all fast and furious like.

My movements:

  • Slowest walker IN LIFE.
  • Boobs errrrrywhere. If I’d like to roll over in bed, I need to inventory to make sure all of my boobs came with me, and aren’t sitting on the other side of the bed, or even worse, the floor.
  • I do a mighty fine cowboy walk. As if I’m walking AROUND something. You can probably guess what I’m walking around, no it’s not the belly.
  • Bedtime rotisserie chicken turns allllll night. Right side, left side, right side, left side, back for as long as I can stand it, right side left side. You get it.
  • When I get out of bed in the morning, I have the posture of a t rex. All hunched over and grabbing my lady bits because they hurt so bad! Yea yea I know, Trex’s arms are too short to grab their lady bits…
  • trex
  • Give me a cart, I will lean on it during breaks at the publix. Like hardcore lean, people probably think something is wrong with me.
  • If I decide to lay flat on the floor, well I better have a buddy system going on, because I cannot get back up unless John helps me. My hips sort of lock? It’s strange. and VERY painful!
  • Don’t sit me in a chair more than an hour because I will be in tears from back pain! Why does sitting hurt so much?!


  • Like someone has been beating my Queen Victoria with a baseball bat.
  • Doomed. 8 more weeks is a LONG time to go when you feel like this already!
  • Tired, but unable to sleep.
  • WEIRD. I consistently tell people that something is wrong with me. I don’t know what it is though. I don’t know WHY I feel that way. I just feel off. Not right. I obsess on “what if my body is trying to tell me something is about to go wrong”!?
  • Overwhelmed, I have so much to do. Everything takes time and money- those are harder to come by since Harper is with me all day!
  • Fat. It’s a hard pill to swallow lately, but I know it’ll come off fast.

Anyone else hit their wall?

Hope not.

Oh yea, Harper ran into her wall yesterday haha! Turbo crawled right into it and looked embarrassed that I saw her!

Check out that bump!




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What’s his name?

Like we know.  NOT.  Picking Harper’s name was a cinch compared to this one…why?  I don’t know.  John says it’s because I picked the name.  Even though he was the one who suggested that a name I ran across was cool…HARPER!  I think he forgot that part.  While he would be content using his doggie’s name as our new baby’s name, here is a list we are *almost* done with and I’d like to know what everyone’s favorite is!  If you don’t like any of them, give me the scoop, what cute name have you heard lately?!  We need help!

We may be the couple who names their baby when they meet him.  That’s okay too, but both of us like to have control, so maybe we can agree on something sooner than birth!  🙂



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A week in passing…again.

Where have I been lately? Nowhere. Just not on wordpress. I mean, I’ve been here, I’ve just been lazy. I’d rather read everyone else’s posts instead of write my own!

Here we are at the 30 week mark of pregnancy! Well maybe a couple days past it, but like I said, I’m being lazy so I need to play catch up while I’m on here.
Here’s what mount Bell looks like:

And here’s what my anthropologie bikini is supposed to look like compared to what it actually looks like:


Yea…the top had to stay in my bikini basket…there’s no strapping those puppies in a bikini right now.  I’ll bet your asking yourself why am I being a creepy weirdo with my bikini on in January, in the states, where it’s 35 degrees.  I’ll tell you why.  Because you wanted to know, right?  I’ve been feeling off today.  Something is just NOT right with my person.  I don’t know what it is.  I just know every time I stand up, it feels like my uh…pelvic floor…is breaking in half.  Better description:  Have you ever ridden a horse, and aren’t an avid rider?  Do you know what your AREA 51 feels like the day after you ride that horse?  THAT is what I’m feeling.  Except I didn’t ride any horses.  I’ve also been having a pain I can’t even really describe except for it COULD be braxton hicks, gas, the baby moving his feet further into my AREA, or early labor.  I don’t know what it is, but it’s not good, I’m on edge about it, and I need it to go away.  Until I’m sure it’s something terrible, I’m going to wait until my Thursday appointment to mention it to my doctor.  I am just FOR SURE she will put me back on pericardia (the medicine that makes my blood pressure drop to about 70/40 – the dead person zone) and I just would rather eat a worm than take it.  I’m so scared she will put me back on it, I don’t even really want to go to my appointment at all!!  I had a hangover for 3 days after my last dose.

Oh wait, I was telling you why I was in my bikini…  It was bath time, I was hurting, and I wanted in the bath too (because it holds up the weight of the bump).  The days of naked bathing are over for ME with Harper.  It’s not that it’s inappropriate at this age, but she grabs at cool new things she sees…and well…that’s just weird for me.  All of my “cool new things” just need to be covered up.  IE- bikini!




Sweet isn’t she?  Here’s the face she was making last night:



Anyway, here are the 30 week pregnancy stats:

 30 week statsSize of the baby: says our boy is around 16 inches long, which is the size of the front tire on the original Big Wheel.  The says he is now strong enough to grasp our a finger.  They also say he’s getting a bigger brain.

Weight gain: I have reached bison status.  With 2 more months to go,  I’m a little worried for myself.  There’s just NO way I will skip the stretch marks this time…no way.

Gender: In case you missed our gender reveal video:

Movement: Violent movement.  Like some Fred Flinstone movement in my AREA.  It’s not good.  I remember loving it when I would feel  Harper…I just cannot say it’s pleasant this time.  Of course I want to feel it, but that doesn’t mean I love it.   OUCH.

What I miss: Going to church.  Some things are just overwhelming.  They’re not overwhelming ALL the time, but some days it’s just EVERYTHING.  Last sunday I drove all the way to church WITH Harper.  Our church is about 40 minutes away.  So it’s not just down the street.  I get there exactly on time.  Which is late, since I have to park, put her in the nursery, and find a seat.  My church is BIG.  CRAZY BIG.  They have 3 services every sunday, all of which are packed tight.  This day was no different.  Parking was a nightmare.  I drove around 10 minutes looking for a good spot.  I didn’t want to carry a baby (literally) a half a mile to get into the church doors, and that’s where all the parking attendants wanted me to park.  Even the handicapped parking was booked solid.  I know, what was I thinking, trying to find a handicapped spot in a CHURCH when I’m not legally handicapped…but I was desperate!  I have a full on waddle and my AREA is breaking.  I realize the time, realize I’ve missed my favorite part of the pregame church music, and would still love to grab a hot chocolate, AND check the kid in the nursery.  I mean, I might as well just go in and get a hot chocolate and leave because the service will basically be over by then.  I do what any rational person would do.  I cry hysterically and leave church.

Cravings: Steak subs from Jersey Mikes and soda.  Fail of the week:  Went to Jersey Mike’s and got it to go since Harper was being mean to me, place my super healthy mountain dew on top of my car while loading up, and hear it fall off the roof as I pulled out of the parking lot.  UGH.  Can something go right!?

Symptoms: Pains.  Back, V-jay, and stomach mainly.  Restlessness…I’d like to blame it on the pains I’m having, but I’m not 100% sure that’s the problem.  When I can’t sleep at night, it’s because I’m obsessing over things.  I think it was sparked by the early labor a couple of weeks ago.  I’m realizing hardly anything is done.  When we were in the hospital, the crib was not even at our house…and if it was, there would’ve been no room for it!  John’s parent’s generously brought it over this weekend, and all I could think about was how it didn’t have any sort of bedding.  Well not MY bedding.  I don’t know why, but the bedding and curtains are the most important thing to me in the room.  I know those things don’t complete a room, but they set it up so nicely, and I can build around and match things to them!  Last night I was obsessing over what colors to pain the room.  So I did the sane thing, and got up to paint horazontal stripes on the wall at midnight.  Although they came out way better than I expected, the paint was just too dark.  We bought the right paint today and who knows, it’s only 10pm, I could paint the whole room at 3am right?  Is this what nesting is like?  I don’t remember obsessing so much over getting things done with Harper this soon.  In fact, I’m pretty sure I kept putting it off.

Best moment this week: Ordering most of our bedding and buying our curtain material to send to my mother in law, since she did such a fabulous job on Harper’s curtains!  I told her she could probably go into business selling them!  I’m sure they’re too much work to actually do that with all the time, but still, they’re great!

OH YEA, AND IT SNOWED IN ALABAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






Worst moment this week:  No need to even list it, I’ve already made an entirely Negative Nancy post.

There you have it, our week.

Say a prayer for my AREA if you have time.

Hope everyone else’s AREA is good!!!!

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