First Big Trip

Tomorrow the hubs, the babe and are all headed to Bozeman for a wedding. It's about a five hour trip from our house and it's going to be interesting. We are going to spend the night but it will be a long couple days for Jack. I admit that I'm feeling a little nervous about it. We are leaving early so that hopefully he'll sleep as long as possible in the car, but he gets tired of being in the car seat pretty quickly. I guess it's good preparation for for when we drive home in October, which is about a eight hour drive on a good day. It's amazing how much a baby changes pretty much every aspect of your life! Before Jack, this little trip would have been no problem. Now it's quite a different story. I wouldn't change it for anything. I love being a mom and I'm excited to show our little guy off, but it just totally changes every part of your life. We asked Chris' sister to babysit while we go to the reception, but I'm just worried he's going to be cranky and just difficult for her to deal with. And I am hoping to get some time to shop a little. I haven't been to Target in forever so I'm crossing my fingers that I will be able to get away for a bit. 'Sigh' It's just going to be a wait-and-see thing. 

And now I've got to pack for this little trip, which also is another life changer after a baby! It's 3:00 and I haven't even pulled a bag out yet...mostly because my guy sleeps a lot and sleeps best if he sleeps on me. And we all want him sleeping! He has been soooo happy this week because he's been sleeping so good! The only bad thing about that though is that I cannot get anything done! Even if I use the carrier, he doesn't sleep as well and I can only do so much. But it's really okay. I know it won't last forever and it will be over before I know it. So I'm going to just enjoy it while I can. I cherish the baby cuddles. So I'll just wait for hubs to get home and pack then...

Cloth Diapering 101

When I first started cloth diapering, I was having a heck of a time figuring out what was what. So I found this video SUPER helpful!

I bought basic pocket diapers off of eBay. I found some for about $5 each. No way was I going to pay $15+ per diaper. Even though they are still cheaper than buying sposies in the long run, it's a HUGE initial investment.

I also have been doing cloth wipes. It's just easier than having cloth diapers and paper wipes. I can just throw both the wipes and diapers into the wash. I just got some of those microfiber auto wipes and cut them in half. I ordered like a 24 pack and really I have way too many. I just have them folded up and I spray them with a simple cleaning solution. A lot of other people go all out with tea tree oil or lavender or whatever.

Mine is simply:
1 part baby wash (I use the Johnson and Johnson all-in-one)
1 part baby oil
2 parts water

I originally was just keeping the wipes wet with just water, but I found that the wipes started to smell of mildew (even though I alternated every couple days) and they didn't slide or clean his bottom like the solution does. Some people keep the wipes in a small container soaked in the solution or they dip it in a container with the solution. I just spray the wipe with the solution. That way I don't waste it and we don't have to worry about it starting to mold.

I'm so glad cloth diapering has come back and has become so much easier than it was when my mom had me. With the pocket diapers, there's no folding and worrying about pins or ties. And no more of those plastic covers that were ugly. The diapers I have come in cute prints and are just so easy. And we are saving SOOO much money by doing it. I'm definitely sold on them!

Eight Weeks

Well my last post was a little cut off. I started it a while ago and got almost totally done with it, and then when I went to post it, my internet had timed out and I lost most of it. So I just went ahead and posted what I had and thought I’d add more on this one. 

It has now been eight weeks since little Jack was born. I can't believe it. He'll be two months old on Thursday! Wowzas...time really is flying by. Well when I look at it overall it seems like it is flying. Some days can seem longer if I’m kind of bored and don’t have a lot to do around the house. I do really enjoy staying home with Jack. Just knowing that he is being well cared for and I don’t have to worry about someone neglecting him is a huge relief. If I was to go back to work before he’s in school, I wouldn’t really want to leave him with anyone but family or close friends.

I think the first month was definitely the hardest to get through. Just figuring out his personality and what things soothed him best took some time. Being a parent is definitely something that requires on the job training. No matter how many books you read, it’s never going to prepare you as much as actually doing it. But honestly I feel like we are doing a pretty darn good job. I love being a mommy so much. I like that I’m doing something that is worth more than just a paycheck. And honestly we haven’t noticed much of a difference as far as money. Yes I’m not bringing home a paycheck and we’re not able to put as much into savings, but we are still knocking out our student debt super fast.

Now that we have Jack, we are kind of anxious to get moved closer to home. It’s hard to not be close to family. We really would just be so grateful for a job that is near home, preferably one that is as sweet of a deal as this one. But of course that may be hard to find…maybe even impossible. If we could at least get all of our student debt paid off and have that taken care of then we would be a little more free to move on to something else. But dh is getting tired of this job and I don’t really blame him. There’s a lot of stupid politics that go on here and it can get old. I know that I’ll be ready to move on whenever God sees fit to move us. I would personally just like to be closer to a town and a church and just civilization in general. But I know that when we are meant to move on, it will happen and it will be in God’s time, not ours.

So for now we will just wait and be content with what we have been blessed with.

Five Weeks Old

Well it has been five weeks since baby Jack arrived. I can hardly believe he's already five weeks. In a week, we'll be at six weeks, which as I've been told is the hardest to get through. Obviously I can't say for sure from personal experience just yet, but I think I probably agree with it. Actually I think it's the first four weeks or month that's the hardest. I feel like we have finally figured out what his various cries mean and how to soothe him best. We've also kind of got into a small semblance of a routine. It's nothing we've done to get him into a routine, he has just kind of made one for himself. I don't believe in feeding my baby according to the clock, and not when he wants. Not only does that inhibit his growth and faith in us to take care of him when he needs it, but I don't think we could stay sane! If he's crying, we check his diaper or I try feeding him, even if he ate five minutes before, simply because it keeps him from crying. We can only take it so long.

We did learn in the first two weeks that he gets VERY bad gas sometimes. The two nights after my in laws left were the hardest we have had so far. He literally screamed from around 6:00PM to 1:00AM both nights (the second night it was until 2AM) and no matter what we did, nothing helped console him. We figured out that it was something I had eaten that upset his tummy. A friend of ours brought us some chicken that had a little spice on it. I ate it without a thought and later that night as dh was holding him, Jack burped and dh said it smelled spicy. So we are pretty sure that was what was the matter. He was much better the next day, which made us believe all the more that that was the problem. I've had to cut dairy out of my diet, which really kind of sucks. It's amazing how many meals include cheese or milk! But I'd rather not eat dairy and have my baby be happy and feel good than the alternative. We've also started giving him baby probiotics and it seems to have helped him overall. But for the times that I slip up and eat something that doesn't agree with him too well, there's Gripe Water. I tell you what, it's a magic potion! I don't know how parents would ever go without it. I know that it will be included in all my future baby gifts. We give it to him and his happy again within 5-10 minutes and he sleeps if he's tired.

Jackson Graydon Tacke

Our son Jackson Graydon Tacke was born on June 22nd (Saturday) at 12:44 in the afternoon. He was 7 lbs 14 oz and he was 20 1/2 inches long. I am so incredibly in love with him. I had no idea I could love someone so much. We are on day 3 and although I haven't had a solid night's sleep in almost a week (the couple days before he was born were rough for sleep), I don't even care. I actually have been able to get a couple naps in and I am able to sleep while I nurse him at night, so it's really not been too bad. And when I wake up and see him looking at me, I don't even care that I'm tired. I realize that he's not going to be little like this for very long so I'm really enjoying every moment.

Labor was, well, it was labor. They call it that for a reason. It was hard for sure. I started having contractions on Thursday night. The hormones were really surging through me and I was really over being pregnant by then. I was trying not to get too bluesy about it, but I was so tired of being pregnant. I just really wanted to get labor over with and meet him finally. I was so tired of being fat and uncomfortable and unattractive and just pregnant. My body must have known too because shortly after I got done telling God that I was ready whenever he was, I started having contractions. They were pretty light and not too strong, but they kept coming every 20-30 minutes. I kinda figured they were just Braxton Hicks, but they stayed pretty regular. Friday morning I took a little snooze because I hadn't slept well the night before. The contractions kept coming though. I was scheduled for a doctor's appointment at 1:00 and my mom told me that we should take our bags. I really didn't think that I was actually in labor and that it was actually happening. I was kind of lacking on what I ended up packing because I really didn't think we'd end up staying.

When we left for the doc, my contractions picked up. I had around 15 contractions on the way there. They were still pretty light and I was able to talk through them without any problem. When we got to the doctor, she did an ultrasound and said that my fluid levels were really really low. I was only dilated 1 cm though, so I had a long ways to go. She told us that one way or the other, we were having a baby that day or the next. Talk about a big wake up call. She had me do a non stress test to see how strong my contractions were. I had my membranes stripped, which picked up a bit, but they were still fairly light. She had us to get lunch and then meet us that the hospital at 4:00. Once I got admitted and hooked up to an IV, my doctor came and checked me and I had gotten to 2 cm...not exactly what I was hoping since it had been three hours but she said that it was good progress and that she wouldn't need to start me on pitocin yet. She stripped my membranes again and that seemed to make the contractions harder. I labored for a little while just around the labor room and then asked if I could get in the birthing tub. That helped a lot. The contractions were definitely stronger, but they were manageable in the tub. I was able to talk through them at the beginning, but by the end, they were taking full concentration.


I stayed in the tub for about 4 hours. I was planning on staying in there for most of my labor, but when I got out to pee, I decided I wanted to get dried off and labor outside the pool. That was around 10:00. The nurse asked if I wanted to be checked (By this time we had a new one named Jan. The first one was named Mary and I wasn't so sure about her at first. She ended up being alright though. Jan was amazing though) and I told her yes mostly because I was curious. I was only at a three. Gah!!

I continued to labor until about midnight I think. I got really nauseous and had to throw up at one point. There wasn't a whole lot in my stomach, but the body convulsions made my water break. It was kind of funny because a couple months back, I threw up from some bad food and when I did that, I peed my pants. Chris was there and thought that my water had broken. It didn't of course, but when I threw up in the labor room, I thought that I had just peed myself, when in fact my water actually had broken. There was a little meconium in the fluid, but the nurses weren't worried about it. She said that some of my fluid had come out in the tub when she went to drain it because there was meconium in the tub as well. But like I said, they weren't worried about it, so they left me alone.

The nurse asked if I was interested in maybe having some medicine to help me sleep (aka narcotics). Since it was getting late and I had a long way to go, she told me that taking something to help me sleep through the contractions would help when it came time to push. She also mentioned that I still had a long way to go. I decided that that sounded like a good idea, since I was getting pretty tired and wanted a break from the contractions. I was under the impression that the morphine would knock out the contractions and I wouldn't feel them. I was able to sleep, but I still felt the contractions. I was actually kind of pissed off that I could still feel them. Fortunately I wasn't mean to the nurse, but I did ask "I thought you said they would go away?!" She told me that the medicine was only to help me sleep in between them, not get rid of them completely. So I endured them. The medicine really did help boost my energy. I remember laying in the bed and breathing through each contraction and then falling asleep between them. My mom and Chris were still on edge because although I was sleeping between contractions, I was still waking up every 5-10 minutes feeling awful. I remember my mom sitting right next to my bed for almost the whole time I slept. I will probably remember that forever, her just sitting there and holding my hand through each one. I remember hoping that I wasn't making her and Chris feel too bad seeing me in so much pain.

Eventually the narcotics wore off and the contractions got stronger and stronger. My nurse checked me and said I was dilated to about 5 cm and 80% effaced. Only 5 cm. I kept hoping that it was going to go a lot faster once I hit 6 cm because my doctor had said the first 6 are the longest and hardest. Once I ended up getting to that point, I would probably go a lot faster. Chris said that he had talked to Jan about maybe discussing the possibility of an epidural around 6:00AM or so. I remember thinking "Oh my gosh, do I have to wait until 6:00??" But I didn't want to be weak and give in yet. Mom had mentioned to me while I was still groggy that if it were her, she would get the epidural and not worry about it anymore. I think this was a really big wake up call for me. If the woman who had given birth eight times, seven of those times without any pain meds at all, was telling me to take the drugs, maybe I should trust that she knows what she's talking about. So maybe five minutes after Chris had mentioned that we could talk about the epidural, I said "Do I have to wait until six to get the epidural or can we start talking about it?" I think everyone breathed a sigh of relief that I was interested. They didn't want to see me in pain anymore. So after a few minutes of them telling me that I was too far into labor to stall out and that it would only provide relief, I gave in pretty willingly and asked for the doc to be called. As I waited, I asked my mom if she thought I was weak for giving in. She dismissed it like I was being ridiculous. She said she had never had to labor as long as I had already and she didn't blame me one bit for wanting some relief.

I think the anesthesiologist showed up about 20 minutes later and I was thrilled. He was this extremely polite southern guy that sure seemed to know what he was doing. They got me to sit on the bed and I leaned against Chris while they put the epidural in my back. Initially when he poked my back to numb the area, I jumped despite the warning he gave that I would feel a little pin prick. I don't know why it surprised me but it did and it scared everyone. I made sure to hold very very still after that. A few minutes later, my feet started feeling tingly and the contractions dissipated. I was finally able to sleep!

And sleep I did! And so did my mom and Chris. I think we all zonked out until about 9:00. Well we must have woke up a little before that  because Jan came to see us before she headed out at 7:00AM. She predicted that I would have the baby about 12:30. Mom guessed that I would have him by 10:00. They gave me a few doses of pitocin because when I got the epidural, my contractions did slow down a bit. At one point, I went 13 minutes without a contraction. That made them worry, so they upped the dosage. They must had got it right at some point, because Chris said he was looking at the monitor and they were just constant waves. Around 9:00, I think we were all awake for good for the most part. I really started feeling pressure in my pelvis. It wasn't quite pushing pressure, but it was definitely uncomfortable. This I really didn't understand because again, wasn't the epidural supposed to stop all the pain so I wouldn't feel anything?? Our new nurse was named Carol and I asked her about it. I said that I could totally still feel my legs and everything and I wasn't too sure if the epidural was still working. When she checked me (I think around 10:00), I could tell her fingers were in there, but it wasn't uncomfortable like it normally was. It was a little reassuring just because I knew it must still somewhat be working. But she told me that they probably couldn't give me another dose of epidural medicine because it might block out all my nerves and I'd have a hard time pushing. So I decided that it was probably okay and I'd rather be able to push him out easily. When Carol checked me I was around 9 cm. She told me I had a tiny little bit of cervix on the side, so I wasn't completely dilated yet. I was told that it wouldn't be much longer though before he would be here.

My doctor actually wanted me to have another dose of epidural because she wanted me to be comfortable. This was different than what Carol had just told me, but Carol said that Jenn (my doc) thought it was a good idea. So they brought another anesthesiologist to add more medicine to the IV. He stuck around for a bit to see if it would kick in. It never really did. I didn't feel any different. Carol said that I probably wouldn't be able to get rid of the pressure and that it was probably good because that told me when I should push.

They got me all situated to start pushing. Carol told me that if I felt the urge to push, to go ahead and do it. Whenever I did feel the intense pushing urge, I would push a little just to see what would happen. I really didn't feel any relief at first. It just really started to feel like I had a big old poop building in my system. Carol checked me again and I was fully dilated. She said that there was a weird pocket of fluid at the top of the baby's head and she really couldn't tell if it was actually part of the baby's head or if it was just a little extra fluid compressed in there. She just left it alone to see what it would do.

I kind of started pushing with my legs still on the lower part of the bed. Carol sat in front on a stool and watched at how I was pushing. After a few minutes of her showing me how to most effectively push, the pocket of fluid suddenly burst and nearly got all over her face. It was really rather funny actually. Had she been sitting a few more inches to the left, that little sac of fluid would have burst all over her face. We all laughed about it and she wasn't too traumatized (good thing since she was the nurse!). Jenn still hadn't shown up yet and I realized that it was probably going to take a while if she still hadn't even arrived yet. Pretty soon though she did arrive and things started getting serious. That pressure was suddenly THERE. It scared me a little because it was like I knew it had to get worse before it got better, and let me tell you, it was getting worse and worse. I started out pushing fairly easily and not too forcefully. I wasn't breathing too hard or sweating. But then it was like I was pushing SOOOO hard and sweating a ton! My mom was really good at telling me how to start pushing and counting for me. Chris eventually took over. Both he and my mom had a leg when I started and then Jenn asked me to lay on my side. Everything really is rather blurry once I got pushing. I thought the epidural would really alleviate the pain, which I think it did, but the pain was so intense that I had no idea that I would still feel it THAT much! Everyone kept saying "It's okay you can do it, breathe through that ring of fire feeling! Keep going. One more push!" Chris told me afterward that is was like I would push really hard and a lot would come out and then I'd stop pushing and it would all suck back. When he really started coming out, everyone kept telling me they could see his head and he was almost here. I swear people said that a hundred times. They said "One more time!" a hundred times. I started to think "When will it really be one more time?!?!?!" But soon I could tell when it really was very very close. I got to the point of getting his head out and that was probably the worst part. All I wanted to do was keep pushing, but I had to breathe! I had to take a break for a second with his head sticking out and his shoulders still in. I finally was able to give one more push and suddenly this huge slimy something came out of me and that was it! He was out and everyone was laughing and crying and Chris kept saying "He's here! You did it! He's out and it's all over!!" They handed him to me and put me on my chest. He was wet and slippery and I remember not being able to bring him up as close to me as I wanted because he was still attached to the cord that was still inside me. I remember Jenn saying "Okay be careful you guys, he's still attached here." I was so out of it though. I mean I was alert and oriented, but I was really out of it. They clamped the cord after a couple minutes and Chris cut it. They got the placenta out a lot quicker than I thought they would. Now THAT was a weird feeling! Jenn held onto the cord and I felt a tiny tug and she asked me to give a little push and, woosh, out it came!

A lot after that is a little blurry. I guess I was bleeding pretty badly, so they pushed a little pitocin to try and stop the bleeding. They massaged my belly (kinda painfully) and that seemed to do the trick. But then I had to lay there and get stitched up. I ended up with nine stitches on my perinium (ugh!) which hurt like the dickens. That took a whole lot longer than I wanted it too, but Jenn finally finished up. She asked if I wanted some pain meds and I said yes. I didn't really realize though that they would make me quite so sleepy. Jenn told me that after they were administered. I fought to stay awake though because there were still so many exciting things going on and I wasn't ready to go to sleep yet. We ended up meeting our pediatrician Keri Wheeler and she seemed very nice. She was at the hospital right when he was born. I was a little groggy so I wasn't as alert as I normally would have been. Chris skyped his mom and dad a few minutes after he was born and they got to see him right away. Everyone's emotions were high. Mom stood by the edge of my bed teary eyed and asked what his full name was (she had guessed the night before that Jack was incorporated). We told her "Jackson Graydon Tacke" and she immediately teared up. I realized suddenly that she might not be okay with it. It had never even occurred to me that I should ask her ahead of time. She told me afterward that she was more than okay with it and that it really touched her actually. Howie was okay with it too. It also caught him off guard, but he was touched.

Pretty soon I got all cleaned up and everyone slowly left the room one by one. I have no idea how many people were in there when he was born, but it seemed like a lot. My mom hung around until about 2:00 and then headed back to my house to relieve Miranda from babysitting duty. Chris and I stayed in the room and had some lunch and took a nap. It was pretty relaxed post birth. Carol came in about 5:00 or so and got me up to go to the bathroom and make sure I could walk. I took a shower which felt really good. I made the mistake of looking down at my hooter and man alive was it swollen! The next morning Jenn asked me about how it was feeling and when I mentioned it she compared it to a hot dog bun. Yep...that was pretty darn accurate.

We moved into a postpartum room after dinner, which sucked compared to the delivery room! They had a pull out recliner for Chris which was super uncomfortable. It was just very small and hot and not nearly as nice. They obviously don't want people to stay much longer after delivery. They were in the process of remodeling their facility, so if we are still here by the time we have our second one, it will be really nice. Our first night with him wasn't bad at all. I woke up for the most part with him, but he was super easy to deal with. I stuck him on a boob when he wanted and slept. A few times in the night, I woke up and he was awake and we just stared at each other. He has the most beautiful little dark eyes. He was just looking at me and studying every part of my face it seemed like. I really loved that first night and all the nights since then. We've had him home for a few days now and so far it's been great. He's a pretty darn easy baby. Waking up in the night is a little tough sometimes, but it's really not that bad. And when I see him sleeping next to me or looking up at me with his sweet little baby cheeks, I just can't get enough of him. I always knew I would love him a lot, but now that he's here and I get to see him every day, I LOVE him so much. Every tiny little thing he does is adorable and I just cannot get enough of him! Overall I am so happy with our birth story. I wouldn't change anything about it. Despite it being a 35 hour process, the little boy that I got out
of it made every second worth it.

Really...Do I Look Like I'm Feeling Peachy Keen?!

Okay...I have not reached the point of being totally over this whole pregnancy thing yet (thank goodness 'cause I might still have another 2 weeks or so left to go) but I am so over people asking me how I'm feeling every time I go anywhere. I know they mean well and I don't hold it against anyone for asking, but I mean really, I will be 39 weeks pregnant tomorrow. I feel fat, ugly and about ready to be able to wear something other than my husband's t-shirts. How the hell do you think I feel? And what is with everyone staring at me like I'm about to give birth in front of them. It's like I'm a ticking time bomb that every single person is just waiting to go off.

I think I just reached the final straw this afternoon when I went out for a walk with my dog. Minding my own damn business. It was a little warm and I didn't go out for very long, but as I was getting closer to home, I was definitely feeling tired. And then this woman (who irks me anyway) pulled out of the parking lot in her tour bus (we live in place where that's normal daily routine) and waited for me to walk closer. She's yelling over this big ass bus engine as other cars are racing by and I can't hear a damn word she's saying other than "How ya doing? Ya look great!" Uh huh...I bet I look great all sweaty and my belly poking out from under my too small t-shirt. I know she really does mean well, but like I said, I'm freaking 9 months pregnant, how the eff do you think I'm doing?! I'm obviously not writhing in pain yet since I'm out walking my dog in the middle of  a June afternoon, but I've been better!

End of rant.

Last Day!

Well today is it...my official last day of working for GTLC. Crazy! I am happy to almost be done. The job that I'm doing now is pretty slow and boring, so it makes the days feel long. And I have reached the point that sitting down in the same position all day gets very uncomfortable. It will just be nice to be able to relax these last couple weeks before I go on mom duty.  

I cannot believe how fast this pregnancy has gone by. I keep thinking that in no more than four weeks (who knows how long exactly), we will have a baby! Life is going to significantly change very very soon. I'm hoping that I don't have to wait too much longer for him to come. I have a few things I'd like to get done around the house, but I feel like if I am sitting around the house too long, I'm going to go crazy waiting around for him. My mom is going to come down sometime close to my due date and bring my two little sisters, which will be great to have some time together. My sisters are so much fun and I'm going to enjoy having time with my mom and just kind of hanging out for a little while. It's just really hard to figure out the timing though. I want her to come down and see us, but I also don't want her to have to wait around two weeks for him to show up. Hopefully he doesn't come 11 days late like I did when I was born. I don't know if I can stand to wait that much longer...

I do not want to be induced if at all possible. I am trying to stay in the mindset that he will come when he's ready and pushing drugs into me to "get things moving" is not the best way to start out. I am trying to be pretty firm in my standing on it, but if we get to the point of being a week or more late, I might feel differently. I think just the sheer fact of how much my life will change once he does show up is keeping me from being too anxious for him to get here. Overall I feel ready, but I don't think I will ever feel 100% ready and so the thought of letting him stay as long as he likes is somewhat appealing to me. 

Although I am not necessarily feeling anxious for him to get here, I am feeling anxious to have my body back to normal. I want to be able to go out for a run again. I miss it a lot, especially now that the weather is getting warm. I love the sense of accomplishment that always came with my runs. I have enjoyed having an excuse to not work out lately, but I'm ready to get back into it. Running was like the one thing I had that I could do extracurricularly on a regular basis. And there are a lot of other people who also do it, so it's nice to have a little community of people who enjoy it as well. I'm hoping that by August, I'll be able to slowly start running again. I bought a jogging stroller that I'm excited to try out. Hopefully he'll like going on runs with me and it won't be so difficult to get out there. 

I am so ready to be able to drink a margarita too. I am not a huge drinker or anything, but the strawberry and blackberry margaritas that the restaurants have here are SO good! And there's just something about summer that makes you thirsty! And now that we have a nice place to live with a patio to sit out on, I can't wait to make up some yummy fruity drinks to indulge in once in a while.  

And this giant ass belly that gets in the way of EVERYTHING is awful!! I am so over it. I haven't had a decent sex life in months because I literally cannot maneuver at all. It has sadly pretty much non existent for the most part. It sucks that it just doesn't work as well. There's really only so many positions (well honestly just one) that works if you can even say it works. And I mean people say that once you get pregnant and have kids, sex takes a backseat for a while. I heard that and figured it would probably happen, but I guess I didn't think about how MUCH of a backseat it would take. For some crazy reason, I was thinking it meaning that it would only happen once a week, or even once every two weeks at the very least and then of course the six week break after the baby comes. Yea not quite the case. I am just ready to have my body somewhat back to myself...

I realize that life will be greatly impacted soon, but I know it's going to be for the better. We are bringing a new little person into our lives. I know that things will be crazy at moments and I'll have moments where my life is a little more overwhelming than I thought it would be, but I also know that there will be all these wonderful moments that far outweigh the hard moments. I am so excited for this stage in my life. It only lasts for a little while so I'm going to enjoy it while it does.