Did You Use all that Stuff??

I’ve had two babies now, and while I’m by no means an expert, I think I’ve finally figured something out, something I’ve seen on dozens of mom blogs and had my own mom tell me hundreds of times (while I’ve rocked back and forth in a corner in a panic as I wept over having nothing for the impending baby). Babies don’t really need a lot. Really. I think I might have even said this at some point, but I’m not entirely sure I believed it. You might recall my little list of stuff that I really wanted waaaaaaay back last August (wow…almost a year ago!). Now, the list wasn’t very long (unlike my registry, which was big, then small, then huge again when I was told I was having a surprise baby shower a week after M. was born and had to register for some stuff), but one has to wonder if I actually use those very particular items that I really, really wanted.


So, first of all, the breast pump. I, very inexpensively, bought the Medela Pump In Style Advanced from my cousin several months ago and I use it three times a day, five days a week at work (and let me just say, work has been awesome about my pumping). I really like this pump. I don’t don’t get a ton when I pump – I’m lucky if I get just enough for M. for the next day while I’m at work – but I feel as though a lesser pump would probably have totally messed up my supply and we’d be formula feeding right now. It’s comfortable, efficient, and I like that it comes in a pretty discreet looking black shoulder bag. If you’re in the market for a pump, or your insurance company provides you with a choice in what you can pick, totally go for Medela.


Second we had the Moby wrap. Holy freaking God-send. I love this thing. I had originally received a homemade one from my cousin (the one who sold me the breast pump) and unfortunately, I’m a bit wider than her (she’s like, a fitness rock star), and it didn’t fit me all that well. Bummer. BUT my really lovely co-workers through me a baby shower, and as one of my gifts, a friend gave me her very gently used Moby, which fits perfectly.

But back to the wrap.

I’ve read about a lot of people finding it difficult to use, lots of fabric, tough wrap around, too hot for baby, yada yada yada. I have not had any of these issues. After looking at the booklet of directions that came with it and a couple of YouTube videos, I was golden. There is a lot of fabric and I don’t consider the wrap “poppable” (i.e. you can easily put baby in and out without rewrapping), BUT the advantages (super calm, happy, sleepy baby) outweigh the disadvantages. Also, in the super hot weather we’ve had in the last couple of days, I haven’t noticed any baby discomfort and I’m not uncomfortable, either, though honestly, everywhere we go when it’s really hot is either air conditioned or in the water, so there isn’t a huge chance for baby and me to get too hot.

Third, we had the car seat, and we went with the one our friends had. It’s cute and safe – all I could ask for.


Fourth, the Arms Reach Co-Sleeper. We did buy this and we do use it…most of the time. M. does go to bed in his own space much better than E. ever did (she was sleeping in my hospital bed after she was born, for Pete’s sake). That said, there are plenty of nights were I end up pulling M. into bed with me, letting me snuggle in the crook of my arm.

Was it worth the money spent (about $160)? Well, between the storage in the bottom (we have limited storage space) and the amount of time M. actually uses it, I’d say, so far, yes, but it also depends how long M. is able to use the co-sleeper. If I only get six months out of it, I don’t know if it will have been worth it for our family.


Finally, the cloth diapers. While I had thought we would have to spend a whole bunch of money on them, it ended up not being a whole lot. I bought about 10 cloth pocket diapers (a waterproof cloth shell with a microfiber insert) from my cousin (yep, same cousin as before) for about $30 and then my mom gave me a dozen for Christmas. I was also given a dozen gDiapers from a friend at work (the same friend who gave me her Moby).

Do we use the cloth diapers? Heck yes we do! Do we use them all the time? Nope, but only because we were given a crap ton of disposables (which we STILL haven’t gotten all the way through). As soon as the disposables are gone/no longer fit, I’m cloth diapering exclusively.

I love, love, love the brand of cloth diaper we use (Kawaii). They’re inexpensive (less than $6 a diaper), hold up well, don’t leak, and are pretty cute (always important, right?). I also enjoyed the gDiapers when M. was smaller, but I felt they were a bit leakier and I didn’t like how I would have had to buy larger sizes as M. got bigger if I had decided to use those (I just had size small, which only goes up to 14 lbs., so they’re too small for M. now).

So, I think that about covers it all. There are a few other things I had wanted and ended up getting and loving (my Boppy, for one), but this post is already way too long. So far, I’m really happy that I don’t have any useless baby items, and I’m hoping when we go round three (yep, I’m already thinking about another kiddo) we won’t have much of anything to buy!


A Birth Story

I’ve been absent for a bit, as some who occasionally browse this blog may have noticed. Considering the prodigious number of posts I’ve done on the impending arrival of my new little man, you might be able to guess the reason for my absence.

Finally, finally, finally, after 42 weeks even of pregnancy, our man arrived February 22nd at 12:56 pm. He was 9 lbs 13 oz and 22 3/4 inches long. A big boy for sure! However, he was  (and is) completely and utterly perfect.

The big question now might be if I got my VBAC or not. Wow, well, where to begin with that story. The short answer might be disappointing – no, I did not get my VBAC. However, I’m not sad about it, as I might have thought I would be a few months ago (or even a few weeks ago).

This is how it all went down.

As I entered my February break from work still pregnant and went to my last prenatal appointment that Tuesday, I was pretty much at my breaking point emotionally. I felt like I was never going to go into labor naturally. I just wanted my baby in my arms. My OB gave me the option of scheduling a c-section for Friday and if I went into labor before then, then I could proceed with attempting my VBAC as planned. If I didn’t schedule a c-section for Friday then I’d have to schedule one for the following Monday.

After a lot of thought, I went ahead and scheduled a section for Friday. I was having tremendous amounts of anxiety and just felt that if I didn’t go into labor on my own by Friday it likely wasn’t going to happen before Monday.

Well, lo-and-behold, I went into labor on my own (a big achievement, in my mind, since I felt I might not be capable of going into labor by myself) Thursday night. I went in to the hospital at my scheduled time for my c-section, but explained that I had started labor and was hoping that we could see how things were going to progress and possible even let me go home. My OB was on board so long as I had another biophysical profile done to check on the status of the baby.

Well, while the baby seemed to be doing pretty well, he was still measuring very large and his amniotic fluid was super low. My OB was very firm in that she wanted me to have a c-section, almost to the point where I felt a bit betrayed by her 180 degree turn on the VBAC front. That said, I was starting to feel like a c-section might be the best course of action…under certain stipulations.

I wanted, if there was nothing immediately wrong with the baby, to have him given to me right away. No whisking the baby off to be vigorously dried off, poked and prodded, and wrapped up tight so there was a thick swaddling blanket between the two of us as my husband dangled him overhead. I wanted the baby passed to me, I wanted to take him in my arms, just as I would if he had been born naturally, and have him lain across my chest, skin to skin. My OB agreed.

Everything happened very quickly after that. I signed consent forms, had an IV put in, talked to anesthesiology, got prepped for surgery, met a variety of nurses and doctors, and in what felt like a matter of seconds (though it was really probably just a bit over an hour) was taken into the OR.

I felt okay until I came into the OR. It didn’t feel regret or anything, but the sudden gravity of what was about to happen hit me in full force. A mix of “Holy crap I’m about to have a baby” and “Holy crap they’re about to slice me wide open.” I shook. I shook hard. I asked repeatedly, as they gave me a spinal, laid me down on the operating table, felt my legs and abdomen go numb, where my husband was, when I’d get to see him, when he’d be with me. I needed his strength and comfort. I tried really hard not to cry.

But eventually the hubs arrived, took my hands, and tried to not show his own nerves. I felt so relieved with him beside me, especially at first, but as we started to wait for the baby’s arrival, my anxiousness started rise once again.

For one, I still had a cold. I had been getting these nasty colds on and off throughout my pregnancy (you may recall my brutal sinus infection at the very beginning), and this one wasn’t too bad, but it led to a really stuffy nose and a cough. Have you ever needed to cough while having a spinal? Really, really uncomfortable and weird. Between that and the stuffy nose I felt like I was having an asthma attack, but because my oxygen was fine, there really wasn’t anything they could do.

Eventually, however, it didn’t matter, because my doctor began to deliver our little boy. I didn’t get to see him right away, because, of course, that blue curtain was in the way, but a few moments later, the curtain was quickly lowered and my little one was thrust into my arms, bloody, squirming, and shrieking his head off. Perfect.

He lay atop my chest and started to relax, nestling into my arms, falling asleep. I cried as I kissed his surprisingly hairy little head and told him repeatedly, almost idiotically, how beautiful he was. I’ve never experienced natural birth, and now that I’ve had a second cesarean, I likely never will, but I know there is supposed to be high after you give birth. Maybe what I felt wasn’t the same, like I said, I’ll never know, but I was about as high as Mt. Freaking Everest in that moment, and trust me, it wasn’t the pain killers.

I got to hold my little man while the stitched me back up and got cleaned up. After a bit a nurse took him for just a moment to weight and measure him, then he was promptly returned to my arms and we were wheeled into recovery. Once in recovery I started to nurse him (a struggle at first, but now, nearly eight weeks later, we’re going strong) and bonding really began.

As I finish writing this (it’s taken me a few weeks, coming back and forth), I’m getting ready to start my last week of maternity leave. It’s been an amazing journey so far. I remember changing and learning a lot when E. was born (who, by the way, is an all star big sister), and the same is happening this time. I have learned so much about myself as a person and a mother. I am slowly coming to realize what is important, what my strengths are, and, most certainly, my weaknesses. Above all, I’ve come to see even more strongly, just how precious my little family is and how very lucky we are. I wouldn’t change it for anything and I’d happily do it all over again.

Week 34

Week 34 (December 28 – January 4) 

Estimated Due Date: February 8th, 2013

Symptoms: I’ve been getting really crampy, as well as have more Braxton Hicks. Also, breast tenderness has resurfaced.

Body Changes: Achey hips and pelvic joints

Cravings: Carby carb carb carbs

High Point:  The hubs brought home a box of baby clothes from a friend at his work. It was so nice to add some cute little outfits to our collection. I think we’ve got everything we need now, at least for the first few months. I also got a ton of cleaning and organizing done New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day. It felt amazing to get everything straightened out just the way I wanted it.

Low Point: I went back to work on the 2nd, and while that was nice, I felt like my entire body had been beaten with a bat when I got home. Not a good feeling. Thankfully subsequent work days haven’t been as bad.

What I did to prepare this week: Tons and tons and tons of cleaning and organizing. My mom came over and helped me get my kitchen in order (and did an amazing job cleaning out my rather disgusting fridge). That was Monday. On Tuesday, I put away baby clothes, organized cloth diapers, got my bedroom set up to accomadate the co-sleeper, whenever we go out to buy that, started packing my hospital bag, organized E.’s toys and cleaned up her room, cleaned my bathrooms, scrubbed the living daylights out of my stove, and pretty much did up the whole house. I’d love to get some dusting done this coming weekend…

Paranoid Moment: I’m doing okay here.

What’s going on “in there”: The folks at BabyCenter say: “Your baby now weighs about 4 3/4 pounds (like your average cantaloupe) and is almost 18 inches long. Her fat layers — which will help regulate her body temperature once she’s born — are filling her out, making her rounder. Her skin is also smoother than ever. Her central nervous system is maturing and her lungs are continuing to mature as well. If you’ve been nervous about preterm labor, you’ll be happy to know that babies born between 34 and 37 weeks who have no other health problems generally do fine. They may need a short stay in the neonatal nursery and may have a few short-term health issues, but in the long run, they usually do as well as full-term babies.”

Week 33

Week 33 (December 21 – December 28) 

Estimated Due Date: February 8th, 2013

Symptoms: I’ve been getting really crampy, as well as have more Braxton Hicks. Also, breast tenderness has resurfaced.

Body Changes: Achey hips and pelvic joints

Cravings: Carby carb carb carbs

High Point:  Christmas came and went, and it was lovely. I couldn’t help but think (and hear from lots of people) that this time next year we’d have another little one to shower with love and junk amazing gifts. It has been hard to believe that this was our last holiday season as a family of three.

Low Point: It’s been smooth sailing here.

What I did to prepare this week: I got a really super awesome gift of a TON of cloth diapers (this brand, specifically) from my mom and dad. I also got to officially open my gifts from the hub’s grandparents, my Boppy pillow and some bottles. It was exciting to finally take home a substantial amount of baby gear!

Paranoid Moment: Paranoia manifested itself very differently this pregnancy versus my last. With E., I was constantly afraid something horrible was wrong with her. It got ridiculous, actually, and I blame a lot of that on my watching waaaaay too much Law and Order: SVU. This time around, I’m confident that the baby will be very healthy and totally fine, but I’m having a hard time doing things like driving places and not worrying about possible risks to myself, my daughter, and husband. I go through spouts where I’m afraid something terrible will happen to one of us and it’s almost immobilizing. It’s only been recently that I’ve realized this is probably my late pregnancy paranoia setting in and will clear within a few weeks to a month or so after the baby is born (just like it did with E.). For now I just have to ignore that nagging voice in my head.

What’s going on “in there”: The folks at BabyCenter say: “This week your baby weighs a little over 4 pounds (heft a pineapple) and has passed the 17-inch mark. He’s rapidly losing that wrinkled, alien look and his skeleton is hardening. The bones in his skull aren’t fused together, which allows them to move and slightly overlap, thus making it easier for him to fit through the birth canal. (The pressure on the head during birth is so intense that many babies are born with a conehead-like appearance.) These bones don’t entirely fuse until early adulthood, so they can grow as his brain and other tissue expands during infancy and childhood.”

Week 32

Week 32 (December 14 – December 21) 

Estimated Due Date: February 8th, 2013

Symptoms: The babe is starting to do those twisty movements where I feel like my entire belly is shifting position. I’ve also been getting really crampy, as well as have more Braxton Hicks.

Body Changes: Achey hips and pelvic joints

Cravings: Carby carb carb carbs

High Point:  We had many lovely festivities at school and then Christmas break began! And I had a lovely appointment with my midwives in Bridgton. As always, it went well.

Low Point: Things have been cruising along nicely, and other than starting to feel a wee bit crampy (like, menstrual cramps), things have been good. I have been worrying that the cramps could be an indicator of early labor, but so far so good.

What I did to prepare this week: While I am very much aware of my pregnancy, Christmas has overshadowed a lot.

Paranoid Moment: None that I can think of.

What’s going on “in there”: The folks at BabyCenter say: “By now, your baby weighs 3.75 pounds (pick up a large jicama) and is about 16.7 inches long, taking up a lot of space in your uterus. You’re gaining about a pound a week and roughly half of that goes right to your baby. In fact, she’ll gain a third to half of her birth weight during the next 7 weeks as she fattens up for survival outside the womb. She now has toenails, fingernails, and real hair (or at least respectable peach fuzz). Her skin is becoming soft and smooth as she plumps up in preparation for birth.”

Week 29

*Note: I’m about six weeks behind at this point…which is crazy to think about, because I’ve only got about six weeks left!

Week 29 (November 23 – November 30) 

Estimated Due Date: February 8th, 2013

Symptoms: Braxton-Hicks and lots and lots of movement!

Body Changes: Growing a belly and more milk production

Cravings: Carby carb carb carbs

High Point:  My mom got to come with me to one of my birth classes this week! The hubs had to work and since my mom is my fill in birth partner until the hubs is able to show up, should he be at work when the whole show starts, I thought it would be cool for her to go (rather than be alone). My mom has such a great sense of humor about stuff and is really supportive, so having her there was really nice. I think my birth classmates enjoyed having her there, as well.

Oh, and update – I passed my glucose test 🙂

Low Point: Overall, this was a pretty great week.

What I did to prepare this week:  Some organization, making of lists…the usual.

Paranoid Moment: None that I can think of.

What’s going on “in there”: The folks at BabyCenter say: “Your baby now weighs about 2 1/2 pounds (like a butternut squash) and is a tad over 15 inches long from head to heel. His muscles and lungs are continuing to mature, and his head is growing bigger to make room for his developing brain. To meet his increasing nutritional demands, you’ll need plenty of protein, vitamins C, folic acid, and iron. And because his bones are soaking up lots of calcium, be sure to drink your milk (or find another good source of calcium, such as cheese, yogurt, or enriched orange juice). This trimester, about 250 milligrams of calcium are deposited in your baby’s hardening skeleton each day.”

Elves, Tinself, Paper Chains, and BOOKS!



Well, let’s start here. Emma, as you can see, decided she would break into the M&Ms I had left over from cookies this past weekend, and then, flushed with embarrassment, went and hid in one of cupboards. You might notice the little orange speck near her on the shelf – apparently she decided to take some of the M&Ms with her. I can’t say I’m entirely unhappy with her eating up some of our treats, because I know I’ve been eating way too much junk!

The cool part about this latest elf trick? The hubs and I both had a hand in it and even  was surprised this morning!


A jingle bell version of the angel Gabriel.


Zechariah, John the Baptist’s dad.


A crown for Jesus.

So, since I last updated E. and I have completed three more crafts for Truth in the Tinsel. I’m still really into it and E. is enjoying it, too, particularly the crafts (which has led to a lot of non-Christmas related crafting in our house, which I’m totally down with). It’s been a great experience so far and I like how much I’m relearning about the story of Jesus’ birth and how much E. is learning as we go along.


The beginnings of our paper chain Christmas tree.


A very shoddy picture of our wrapped Christmas books.

Now for our last two Christmas…things…(I’m not sure what to call them. They aren’t really traditions because this is our first year doing them.)

As a kid, we always had an Advent calendar. It was usually one of those paper ones where you popped open the doors. Sometimes there might even be pieces of sort of stale tasting cheap chocolate! I remember loving my next-door-neighbors’ calendar, which was a pretty wooden one with little doors where there might be candy or little slips of paper with clues for finding early Christmas gifts.

While I do (I promise) have really fond memories of our paper Advent calendars, I have always dreamt of having the lovely wooden Advent calendar I coveted for so long. But that didn’t happen for this year and I devised a different (and free) version of an Advent calendar for this year.

I saw in Pinterest a Christmas tree made from construction paper rings that you took apart over the course of Christmas season. I liked the idea, but wanted to put my own twist on it. First of all, I’d had to make something only to slowly take it apart. So, I decided we would construct a paper chain tree rather than take one apart. In addition to that, I felt like I should add a little something to the paper strips to make this Advent “calendar” a bit more interactive. So, on each strip I wrote either a question, fact, or activity for E. and I to do (or E. and the hubs, depending on who’s home and available). Some examples: Did you know that polar bears live at the North Pole, too. (I play a little fast and loose with my facts.) What do you think baby Jesus would like for his birthday? Let’s call up Grandma and Grandpa and sing Jingle Bells!

It wasn’t a hit right away, because I made the fatal mistake of forgetting (twice!!) to let E. help make the chain and just reading her what was on the strips of paper. But after letting her do the taping and whatnot, it was a hit.

The very last thing I have, though it’s the first thing we do each morning, are the books. Twenty-four wrapped Christmas books. Holy crap. It took me a few nights to get to all of them, and poor E. was barely able to contain herself when she saw this pile of wrapped packages growing on our highest shelf (by the way, Emma the Elf got ALL the credit from E. for wrapping the presents – totally not fair as it didn’t even cross her mind that I could have done it!). I hate to say it, but I think she’s been a tiny bit sad each morning to open a package and have it be a book she already has. I explained to her that all the packages were likely books, and ones that she had at that, because I had noticed that a whole bunch of our Christmas books were missing (yes, I actually own MORE than twenty-four Christmas books). This was actually the first morning where she was really happy with the book she opened. I think it’s slowly growing on her.

Hey, at least I’m excited!

A New Tradition: Our Elf on the Shelf

I’ve been avoiding this for a long time. I don’t like fads. I mean, I’m the kid who refused to read Harry Potter until they were on the verge of publishing the third book because I didn’t want to read “what everyone else” was reading (and now, 13 years later, I’m a huge Potterhead). Also, as I insisted even as recently as a week ago, this tradition seemed a wee bit creepy. But between damn social media pressure and my desire to do something really fun with E. in the lead up to Christmas (and we have a few other things going on that I’ll post about later), I caved and ordered our Elf on the Shelf from Amazon on Wednesday.

Emma, as she has been named by E., arrived via a very nice Fed Ex guy (he left a dog biscuit for our pup) last night. We had to wait for the hubs to get home before we opened the box and read the book, which was a bit painful for both E. and I, but as soon as Daddy made it home and was comfortably settled in, we broke out the box and read the story.

E. was a wee bit freaked out.

It took a lot of coaxing and explaining and comforting to reassure her that the little elf in the red long Johns wasn’t going to burst out of the box and start dancing around (or worse…). Eventually, she chilled and asked if she could touch the elf and we reminded her that the book explained that if you touch the elf, she will lose her magic (though, apparently, if there is an accident, you can give the elves cinnamon and that rejuvenates them – go figure). While she was disappointed, I was happy she was starting to relax about the idea of our little visitor, and I also had a back up plan in case she really wanted a new elf friend to cuddle (see below).

So, we left Emma to her own devices while we all went to the den and watched Frosty the Snowman and had cookies and then E. went to bed.

This morning we came downstairs and noticed Emma was no where to be seen. Where could she be, E. wondered. We checked all over the house and eventually found her like this in our bathroom:


E. thought this was hysterical that Emma had been doing her make-up and was wearing one of E.’s hair clips. It immediately cracked any of her left over nerves about a small elf wandering around our house. I thought it was pretty clever myself (and hope I haven’t topped myself already).


So, to solve the “no touching” issue I picked up a little friend for E. to play with during the Christmas season as Emma spends time at our house. Above you see E. with Emma II, a plush version of the real deal and who can totally be played with and cuddled. Emma II hasn’t left E.’s side since last night and I think that she and E. make quite a cute pair (and sort of look alike, based on the picture above). If you ask E. where Emma II came from she’ll say Mama just found her on the door step, waiting to come in. In truth, she came from our local bookstore for about $12.50, which I thought was a good deal, especially when it meant preserving the magic of our Elf on the Shelf and my sanity.

In the end, I feel like cracking under pressure was a good idea. This is a fun tradition for all involved. The hubs and I are looking forward to thinking of more fun ways to hide the elf and E. has been having fun thinking of where she might find little Emma next and what she might be telling Santa when she goes back to the North Pole at night.

But, as mentioned, this is not our only Christmas countdown tradition this year. What will I post about next? Well, there’s the Advent Christmas tree chain, 24 individually wrapped Christmas books (that, according to E., must have been wrapped by Emma, because she never saw me do it), AND the Truth in the Tinsel (which I’m loving, though we’ve only done one night, obviously).

What Christmas traditions are you favorites or are you just trying out for the first time?

Week 26

Week 26 (November 2 – November 9) 

Estimated Due Date: February 8th, 2013

Symptoms: About the same

Body Changes: I might be the cutest pregnant lady ever. Or at least the cutest pregnant me.

Cravings: Carby carb carb carbs

High Point:  We started our birth ed. classes this week! We’re taking them through the Birth House in Bridgton, ME and the first class left a great impression on us. It was a much more intimate and relaxed set up than the class we took when I was pregnant with E. (which I took mostly because it was free) and I feel like the focus was far more on the inner workings of your mind rather than just the mechanics of birth (which I’m pretty familiar with at this point). While it was definitely a different experience for the hubs, I think he appreciates the fact that taking class styled as this one is helping me deal with my fears about labor and attempting a VBAC.

Low Point: A pretty good week overall.

What I did to prepare this week: Started those birth classes!!

Paranoid Moment: I’ve been feeling pretty good about life and pregnancy this week.

What’s going on “in there”: The folks at BabyCenter say: “The network of nerves in your baby’s ears is better developed and more sensitive than before. He may now be able to hear both your voice and your partner’s as you chat with each other. He’s inhaling and exhaling small amounts of amniotic fluid, which is essential for the development of his lungs. These so-called breathing movements are also good practice for when he’s born and takes that first gulp of air. And he’s continuing to put on baby fat. He now weighs about a pound and two-thirds and measures 14 inches (an English hothouse cucumber) from head to heel. If you’re having a boy, his testicles are beginning to descend into his scrotum — a trip that will take about two to three days.”

Week 25 (and I’m way behind!!)

Week 25  (October 27 – November 2) 

Estimated Due Date: February 8th, 2013

Symptoms: Movement and some minor milk production (very exciting)

Body Changes: Nothing huge this week

Cravings: Carby carb carb carbs

High Point: My really awesome cousin, Kate, sent me a package that had a Moby wrap, a breast pump with all the essential gear, and some cloth diapers. I’m pretty sure I posted about this before and how much of a HUGE life saver this was (I paid –  or will pay when my check finally reaches her – a mere fraction of the price for those things than I would have if I bought everything new or even used from a stranger…and I wouldn’t have bought a used breast pump from someone I didn’t completely trust), but it’s worth saying again. It was a HUGE life saver.

Low Point: This was a pretty good, easy going week.

What I did to prepare this week: I got my goodies from my cousin, put them away, and did my best to see if I could figure out how the breast pump worked – think I got it covered.

Paranoid Moment: Feeling pretty good about life this week.

What’s going on “in there”: The folks at BabyCenter say: “Head to heels, your baby now measures about 13 1/2 inches. Her weight — a pound and a half — isn’t much more than an average rutabaga, but she’s beginning to exchange her long, lean look for some baby fat. As she does, her wrinkled skin will begin to smooth out and she’ll start to look more and more like a newborn. She’s also growing more hair — and if you could see it, you’d now be able to discern its color and texture.”