The first time I thought about starting a blog was when I was about to travel with my 9 month old and I couldn't find any information out there that told me everything I wanted to know about traveling with said 9 month old. I've been keeping a Livejournal for years so a blog shouldn't be too far from my comfort zone. I figured I would start from about a year ago and hopefully make it to the present time where my son is now almost 1. It may take me a while to get into this regularly but some planned topics I want to write about will be my son's birth story, suggestions that I have to those of you soon to be mothers, cloth diapers: why they are awesome, Feeding from the breast is not your only option when it comes to breast feeding: How I pumped/suppliment for 7months, and also Flying to NOLA with a 9month old.
Now...A little bit about me a year ago...
It was about this time last year when I stopped working my full
time job. I was as big as a house and missed wearing whatever socks I
wanted, my ankles, and being able to bend over and tie my shoes easily. I
worked as long as I could at my full time job because well...money.
Most people I worked with didn't think I'd last the whole last week, but
I just kept plugging along...day by day. After the baby I would just
work my part time job at Waubonsee as a Biology Tutor and that wouldn't
start until August so I wanted to take advantage of the full time job
while I could. When the time came for me to stop I was kinda ready. I
think if I really had too I could have kept going, but it was two weeks
before my due date and I didn't really want to go into labor on the shop
floor or in a cab or something...also I was tired. Having a human
growing inside you means that you go to the bathroom, often...like three
times a night near the end. It also means that you are supposed to
sleep on your side, specifically the left. Which if you are a back
sleeper is kind of uncomfortable. So I wasn't getting as much sleep as I
was used to. The counter offices were up quite a few stairs. Now that I
think of it I was more than kind of ready...I was ready. I was ready to
go through labor. I remember when this pregnancy thing started I was
scared of labor. A baby coming out of me?! How much is that going to
hurt? Should I get drugs? What if he get's stuck? I really just didn't
let myself think about it. I figured why bother. It's going to happen.
Baby's going to come out eventually. I'll deal with it when it comes. So
by the end of the 9th month I was ready for labor whatever labor meant.
I wanted to meet my child and get on with my new life as a Mom and try
and get back to my old body.
