One more week...

First of all, for my very first Mother's Day Bobby told me that we were going to get family portraits done! Yay! I get to pick the place and when. I told him I wanted to loose at least 10 more pounds before that happens though. Hopefully it won't take me that long.

I go back to work next week. So that means Deagan will be in daycare. :o( Our plan is for me to have every Tuesday off and Bobby have every Thursday off and Deagan will go Monday, Wednesday and Fridays. Of course I found out that next Tuesday I have a meeting, so I'll have to send him on Tuesday and be off on Wednesday. Good thing with taking him part time it can be any 3 days in the week and they don't have to be the same days from week to week. But I'm going to try to keep it as consistent as possible.

Even though I dread going back to work, I couldn't be a stay at home mom. I love to work. I may not like my job, but I do like to work. I really hope once I'm back on my feet my leg muscles will get stronger and I'll be able to run again soon. For now it's just going to be the elliptical machine and the bike at the gym. I loose the most weight if I run though... A few summers ago a friend and I used to run every morning before working at the restaurant in the afternoon. My legs looked fabulously athletic and toned. I can't wait to have "my" body back...

Deagan is doing great. I love on him all day... he's getting spoiled though. I try to put him down to eat or pee and he fusses at me. As soon as I pick him up though he's all good. At least he's good about sleeping in his own crib. Though usually after his first feeding of the day (around 5 or 6am) I bring him to bed to sleep with me since Bobby gets up for work then. I gotta have one of my boys in bed with me! Lol. He sleeps good with Mommy. I lay on my side and he snuggles up to the front of me and his head is right there where I can just lean down and kiss him on his forehead every so often. I usually stroke from his sideburns down to the side of his cheek, he loves it... and I gotta admit, I probably love it more. :o)

Prayer for Mothers

Because I am horrible at poems and can't write my own, I went to good ole google to search for one. I stumbled across this prayer for mothers and it is exactly the things I would say about my mother. If you are a mother - Happy Mother's Day! If you're not - please wish your mom a Happy Mother's Day... she deserves it. :o)

Mom: I love more than words can ever say. I am so grateful for all that you do to help and support me in any and everything I do. I'm so glad that I have you to teach me how to be a wonderful mother, just like you. I love you and Deagan loves his Meme too!

Dear Lord,

today we pray for mothers--

our own mothers, and mothers everywhere,

who have made such a major contribution

to the good qualities we have, sometimes through genetics,

more often through great effort and patient instruction,

and who have done their best

to gently polish away our rough edges.

Lord, please bless our mothers

for the endless hours of time they spent

and the boundless energy they invested in us.

Bless our mothers for their sacrifices on our behalf

as they often gave up or deferred their own dreams

so that we could have ours.

Bless our mothers for always being there for us,

for being the person we know we can turn to

when we need comfort, encouragement, or just a hug.

Bless our mothers for making a home for us

where we could feel safe, where we felt we belonged.

Most of all, Lord,

bless our mothers for their unconditional love,

for loving us no matter what,

and for frequently showing love

in ways that make us feel valued and cherished.

Lord, please bless our mothers mightily.

Strengthen them, soothe them,

wrap them in Your infinite love

and shower them with blessings

too numerous to count, too magnificent to describe.

We love them, admire them, respect them,

and we wish that You would give them back

many times the good they gave to us.

In Jesus' name we pray; Amen.

By Joanna Fuchs

Week 2 Weigh-In

Starting Weight: 168.4 lb.
Week 1: 165.8 lb.
Week 2: 166.0 lb.
Weekly Gain/Loss: +0.2 lb.
Total Gain/Loss: Loss -2.4 lb.
Comments: Well, this week I pretty much just stayed the same. It was raining all week so I couldn't really get out and exercize at all. And last night Bobby and I went on date night while mom and dad kept Deagan. I had a BBQ Chicken Sandwich... I have no idea how many points it was and I'm afraid to look. Lol. I will do better in Week 3. Hopefully it won't be so rainy.

Cutie Pa-tutie!

Aww...

Hey there ladies...

Napping in the pack-n-play.

The Weigh-In

Starting Weight: 168.4lb.
Week 1: 165.8lb.
Gain/Loss: Loss - 2.6lb.
Comments: Not bad for only walking around the neighborhood twice this week and keeping track of points. I can't wait to see the pounds melt off when I get my booty back in the gym.

Washing Machine Mishap

Ok, so today I was gathering laundry to do a load for Deagan and trying to pick up a little bit at the same time. My grandma brought over some of those disposable hospital pads from where my grandpa had heart surgery. Well, in those pads are cool absorbant "fluff", so we use them to change Deagan on top of so he doesn't ruin his changing pad cover if a blow-out occurs. Somehow (actually, it was completely my doing), it got thrown in the laundry basket mixed with a changing pad cover and I didn't notice it. I just threw the entire load in the washer and went about my day.

When I came back to put the clothes in the dryer there was this gel-like goo on everything. It was horrific! I started pulling stuff out and came across the blue and white disposable pad... followed by some choice explitives at myself. I figure the same absorbant stuff is in diapers too, so I googled "diaper in the washing machine" and luckily I'm not the only person in the world that this has happened to! I ended up letting it dry then taking our little shark vaccum and sucking all the little gooey boogers out of there. Then I ran it on the cleanse cycle with some bleach. The people on google said to just shake off the clothes and dry them, the absorbant goo would dry and most likely get caught in the lint trap.

They were right, they came out without so much as a spot on them, but I went ahead and rewashed them on the heavy duty cycle and dried then again. That was definately a mistake you only have to make once to learn your lesson. I guess I need to stop being so scatterbrained during my daily tasks. I'm just glad it didn't mess up the washer... I would've cried. Oh the joys of mommyhood.

Start Slow Liz...

That's what my dad told me last night (and I'm sure it's what my shins were screaming at me) after I tried to go right back into running. Not such a good idea with the extra pounds on my body and being on bedrest for 3 months straight. I had to do a walk/run combo. I think for at least the first month I'll stick to walking or the eliptical at the gym to get my leg muscles strong again. I'm definately gonna hit the weights when I start going back to the gym. I'm actually really excited about going back. One of my favorite feelings is walking out of the gym doors with my face all red and sweaty and feeling the cool air hit me like a ton of bricks. It reminds me of practicing in the wresting room with no windows and the doors closed and it was like 100 degrees in there. We'd practically be begging at the doors at the end of practice to get out. I just hope they have group classes that will fit into my schedule. I'll be posting my weight on Friday. I've already sneaked on the scale once this morning, but I'm going to try to not weigh myself until the end of each week. Well, off to play with Deagan, he's demanding some attention.

And it begins...

So today starts my "Biggest Loser via Blogspot" venture. My parents used to do weight watchers so I still have all the materials from that and I'll be counting points. I've tried to do it before, but I wasn't really serious about it... I was a cheater, lol. Then when I got pregnant I said screw it. So I'm letting it be known, I hope I can keep the will power this time.

I really want to be back to a weight I'm comfortable with. I saw a picture my dad took the other day and saw how large my legs were. I cried for a bit... Bobby, bless his heart, tried to cheer me up. I wasn't having it though. I know it's only been three weeks sinc giving birth, but I really shouldn't have gained so much in the first place. Now it's going to be ridiculously hard to work it off. At least I'll have time to go to the gym when I go back to work.

Deagan and I went for a walk around the neighborhood Saturday. There's a street down from us that has a large hill at the end. It was burning my thighs and calves pushing a stroller up it. I was like... Oooh, that hurts good! So I'll be going that route from now on.

Here's wha's new on the baby front: Deagan is eating so much. I've pretty much gone to all formula, I'm not getting to pump very often so when I do I only get enough for one feeding a day. I was pretty upset at first, but I've come to terms with it. Maybe it'll work out better with the next baby. We just upped his intake to 4 and 1/2 ounces yesterday. At night he's starting to make it to 4 hours before waking up hungry. So I'm enjoying the extra sleep, lol. Oh, and he's sleeping in his own room. I keep the monitor on the night stand next to my head. Bobby likes the TV on in the room while he sleeps and that was keeping Deagan up at night. So we decided to go ahead and let him get used to being in his own room. He seems to love his crib and sleeps like a log!

Gotta have it...

I went to Cafepress.com and did a search for 'professor' and I found the PERFECT onsie for Deagan! As soon as I go back to work and get a real paycheck I'm SO getting this! I LOVE it!

Rough Day

Today didn't start out too bad. Bobby had to close so we got to sleep in a little bit. Deagan and I laid in bed til about 9:30am when it was time to feed him again. This is when his feeding schedule got messed up. He didn't want to take the full 4 ounces, he only took 2 ounces. Well, he kept spitting up when I tried to keep him awake to eat more, so I figured he was full. He went to sleep for about 30 minutes and then woke up sucking on his hands, so I gave him the last 2 ounces. He fell asleep again, and so started a vicious cycle of 30 minute naps followed by eating 2 ounces at a time. Finally by 2:30pm I was on the phone with mom bawling because I couldn't even eat or pee because he wouldn't stop fussing and wouldn't fall asleep long enough for me to do anything. She left work an hour early to come home to rescue me. I was a mess... red eyed and snotty nose I told her I was a bad mom because I couldn't figure out how to keep him satisfied. She laughed at me. Laughed! Then she asked when the last time I ate was. I told her about 10:30am. She said, "Ok, first - go make you something to eat. Then when you're done with that, go take a shower. It'll make you feel human again."

We decided to switch from the Parent's Choice formula to the Similac to see if that would help with the spitting up. And she told me to not give him another bottle until 5pm, even if he fusses. We needed to get him back on a normal schedule. He ate from 5 to 5:30pm, then conked out for three hours. Three blissfully quiet hours... Anyway, mom assured me that he wasn't going to starve, so I shouldn't put a bottle in his mouth just because he's making hungry gestures. Keep him on the schedule and stick to it. So, needless to say it was a rough day, but in the end it worked out. I fed him from 8:30 to 9pm and he's been drifting in and out of sleep since. 12am is rounding the corner soon, so I'm going to try to get a nap in before that feeding.