To Be Honest, I’ve never been excited of the idea breastfeeding. I know many women are all gung ho about it and are all like “free the nip,” but I always thought the concept was super weird. I get it, our boobs were made to feed children, but that doesn’t mean I have to feel comfortable talking about the process, whipping out my boob in public, or photographing it on social media. And I also don’t need to feel obligated to do so. Even though I don’t enjoy talking about it, I’ve found a few tips and tricks throughout my journey that I felt are worth mentioning.
To say that the days fly by with an infant, a child no less, is a complete understatement. Everyday I wake up at 5am, I blink and it’s 6pm. My day starts and ends with feeding, burping, pumping, changing diapers, take the dogs out, calming down baby, repeat. Notice, no real significant breaks. Having a baby that despises day naps severely puts a cramp in my capability to do a lot of extras. Including trying to fit in a quick workout and making AIP/Paleo grabbable food.
Although I got that fresh mommy status as of a week ago, the hubs and I realized that we bought a lot of extra stuff that we don’t need/don’t find useful. On the flip side, we found things that were super helpful and practical. We obviously can’t return our opened items, but if I can prevent some of you from making the same mistakes, that’s all that matters.
Don’t lie, we all have dry bumps on our skin from either weather, diet, or genetics. They’re definitely not sexy and more of a pain in then ass than anything. But it seems like no matter how much you lotion, those damn bumps remain.
Combining people not covering their mouths at work and Denver’s huge temperature swings the last few months, it was only a matter of time beforehand I got sick. As unfortunate as it is to be sick wile pregnant, there’s literally only so much sanitizing one can do.
Starting a new job, moving to a new city, and finding out that I was pregnant shortly after we arrived made moving to Denver a more difficult adjustment than we expected. Not only is the altitude hard enough to get acclimated to, but another huge part of my life that was going thru a change was my workout regimen.
Knock on wood, I haven’t gotten any new stretch marks during my first or second trimester (other than the ones that already existed on my thighs and hips). Granted, I still have a few months left, so anything is possible regardless of my current skin regimen.