Random thoughts, updates, and musings for this day.
- Jules is a big, fat, healthy baby. At his 9 month appointment this weekend, he clocked in 23 lbs, and just shy of 30 inches tall. At this pace, he may seriously outgrow his older brother.
- I finally talked to a lactation consultant last week about my supply situation, and she made a few suggestions. I’m on a strong dose of fenugreek and blessed thistle, and I think it’s helping. I THINK. If it doesn’t, I’ll be visiting a nearby compounding pharmacy to try the domperidone she suggested.
- I’ve also decided that I might continue to breastfeed past Jules’s 1st birthday, but will not stress about my supply after that. If he gets an ounce, great, and if not, then no big deal. I will absolutely not be pumping after that, though. Nursing will be a comfort thing – not his sole source of nutrition anymore. Knowing that I only have about another 2.5 more months of that helps keep me motivated.
- I really hate my job today. I feel completely undermined and disrespected here, and I want badly to quit and never look back. Of course, we’re living through one of the greatest economic crises my generation may ever see, so I am 1000% stuck here. And that makes it worse. That means they can treat me however they want, and I can’t go anywhere. I am hog-tied.
- I feel pregnant. I know that sounds ludicrous, and I’m suuuuurrre I’m not pregnant…. Except that I think I might be. I told John about 10 days ago that I was feeling “funny.” My uterus felt strange, and I felt like I was having some implantation pain. No, we are not on birth control. We’re using Natural Family Planning until we’re done having kids, then John will get the old snip-snap and that will be that. But, until then, I suppose I could get pregnant whenever. We do not WANT to be pregnant right now, but it is certainly not the worst thing in the world. We know we want more kids. We just hope they come in another year or two.
I’m only mentioning the pregnant-feeling so that I can say “I told you so” if I do, indeed, turn up pregnant. I’ll get to say “see! I KNEW it!!” It would be fun to know my body that well.
But I’m sure I’m not. Pretty sure anyway. Either the appearance of Aunt Flo or a pregnancy test will tell me this weekend.
I think John really wants me to be pregnant. I told him if we were pregnant, he’d have to quit his job and be a SAH dad (since he makes less.) There’s no way we could afford daycare for 3 kids. He hates his job too, so of course he likes this idea. If we used a diaphragm, I could see him poking holes in it.
That is all for now.























I'm lucky in that I finally found a birth control pill that works for me--the one I took off and on in my early twenties made me sick half the month, and when I switched to a much lower dose estrogen pill, I wound up pregnant with my second child--the one I'm on NOW and have been for the past several years is "in-between" them both in terms of estrogen and works well and I am only infrequently sick to my stomach. (bleh! If you ever read any science fiction authored by women, one thing you may end up noticing is how many women casually insert flawless natural birth control and/or artificial wombs as part of their futuristic universe, no joke! :) )
My current husband has no kids, and isn't sure if he wants any--I told him he has til I'm the big 4-0 to make up his mind, because I'm getting my plumbing cut at that point--I don't like the odds for me or any baby after that age either!
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