We took a break from baby-world this week and headed out of town, first to a friend’s wedding in Virginia, then to a lake in Maine with some good friends. We are the only ones who haven’t had kids yet--there were three kids under the age of two at the house. It got me thinking a lot about the reality of having a child, versus all the prep that you focus on before baby.
The heartburn. Oh my god, the heartburn. Let’s focus on something else, shall we? (Impossible, but I’ll try.) At least the crazy shimmying going on in my belly implies that the baby is having a good time!
The stairs to our fourth-floor walk-up apartment got a workout over Memorial Day weekend: We took advantage of three days in a row at home to get going on the nursery and various home improvement projects, which obviously meant (Ben, my husband) carrying tons of things up.
Greetings! I’m Kate, and I’m so excited to chat with you guys during the rest of my pregnancy. I’m currently 28 weeks along with my first baby, a boy, and I’m just starting to gear up, literally and figuratively. Over the next few months I’ll talk about what I’m feeling and doing, but I’ll also review products and talk about how I’m setting up my nursery and making choices about the gear I actually need (and which things can wait, since we live in an apartment with limited space!).
“After my emergency Cesarean section, I was shell-shocked that I wasn’t pregnant anymore.” Jennifer O’Brien, East Greenbush, N.Y.
Something has got to give. I’ve been up with Jack approximately 27,000 times in the past few nights. I’ve seen every single hour flashing on the clock for too many nights straight. It’s been like having a newborn all over again: Jack wakes up every hour or so… I nurse him…he falls back asleep…we do it all over again…and again…for the rest of the night. He finally settles down a bit around 6 or 7 a.m., just in time for Charlie to wake up.
The vomit bug hit us all—hard. Charlie and Will got it so bad that they both puked for a good solid day and night. After watching Julia, then Charlie, and then Will go through it, I knew what was coming when I felt the first pangs in my own stomach. My first thought was: what if I get so dehydrated that I can’t nurse Jack? (OK, that was my second thought, after: “Dear God, WHY?!”)
Twin births have increased 70 percent in the past three decades. Here, three moms of multiples share their pregnancy and birth experiences.
“I was excited, but I knew that increased risk came with carrying more than one baby.”
Jennifer Busk, Chicago
Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst. That’s what my sister’s doctors told her they were doing earlier this week as they discussed her impending C-section.
I guess it’s no small coincidence that I’ve chosen the day after our nation’s biggest food holiday to size up my post-baby body. And let me tell you: It’s not pretty.
The photo you see here is where I’m starting from. Five weeks ago, my belly was in the stratosphere. I wish I were brave enough to post a photo of what it looks like now. Because there really are no words.