Solids..

We're on solids for the last 2 weeks. N loves them! We've tried baby rice, banana cereal and creamy porridge. He's really thriving now 4 bottles and 2 feeds a day and back to sleeping mostly through the night.
We've mastered tummy time and he was given a big thumbs up from the physio for his head control and neck movement.
I'm starting to introduce veg next week, I cant wait to see how he reacts to them.
I on the other hand have started kettlebells 2-3 times a week, I love the time to myself and I really want to shift the weight.

Big boy.

A big boy needs a big boy cot! We've moved N into his cot in our room, he was getting too big for the crib and sticking his hands out the sides. He looks so tiny in it, but he loves it, and it feels so much more comfortable then the crib.

We've also hit the teething mark, lots of hand chewing, dribbling and sticking his hand so far down his throat he makes himself puke, it has been joked since he's only 3ish months and is too big for penneys 3-6 month clothes that N maybe airing his bulimic demons.

I think I'm going to give up the pumping, it's just getting soul destroying, I feel like a zombie most days and having to stay up as late as I can to get good output is just tiring.  Since we'll be introducing solids in 2 weeks  I don't think I'll be ale to pump and purée at the same time, it just feels natural to hang up the pump.

17 weeks! I honestly don't know where the time has gone, it just feels like yesterday I stumbled in hungover to take a test, I had no inkling I was pregnant and of course when the line appeared I mentally started admonishing myself for being out the night before, but how could I have known.

I will remember the  21st of November 2011 as one of the best days of my life!

Nice.....

So I'm bottle feeding and expressing too. I would have loved to breast feed exclusively but down to health issues I can't. So I'm attaching mysel to my "milker" oooppppsss pump 4-5 times a day. Today I was out shopping so only got to do it this morning and then this evening. The husband pointed out that I'd managed to leak through my bra , my padded bra! What was worse I brushed him off with a flippant "oh no that's grand, it's sweat...". Jesus I don't know what was worse, the fact I was fine with sweating like a pig or the fact he was so nonchalant about the huge breast milk stain.