My Girls

I just have to share this because I feel so completely blessed. I have become super close with a group of women on babycenter. We found each other because we were all trying to concieve around the same time. The thing is, these aren't just regular woman. They are some of the strongest, coolest, caring people I know.

About 3 of us got pregnant the first month, but that left everyone else. I refused to leave the group until I was able to witness everyone get pregnant. Well, guess what? Everyone that remains in our group has gotten pregnant. We have all had our babies except for one, and she is due the end of this month (Laura)! I can not tell you what an amazing ride we have had together.

We have all been a part of each other's lowest lows and highest highs. We have supported each other during some really hard times:

• Miscarriages
• One mama gave birth to twins and raised them on her own for 5 months while her husband was protecting our country (Sandy).
• The loss of family members
• Multiple negative pregnancy tests
• Failed fertility treatments
• Premature twins (they are healthy and growing great)
• Rough patches with the husbands
• Surgeries/gallbladder attacks (sarah20)

We had our second to last baby born this morning (Congrats, Sarah! He is precious) which is what inspired me to share a little about our group.Our group has also had almost all girls ( with the exception of 2 sweet baby boys),  and 2 sets of twins (Shannon, Sandy). Love you ladies!

 Since I'm on the subject of supportive woman, all my baby blog Mama's are the BEST. Y'all have been such a wealth of knowledge, understanding and support. I'm so glad we all found each other!

On a completely random note, I received a blog award from Marie over at "The things we Find Inside". Please go check out her blog. It is fantabluous, y'all! My next step is passing on the love, but I'm going to put that in a separate post. My sister is in town and I want to soak up every minute with her until she heads back home (another one of the strongest, smartest, wittiest, most caring women I know).

Wordless Wednesday: Little Lady Longhorn

I wanna Wean-er.

My husband, who I love dearly, can be a bit....how do I put this nicely??? Immature at certain times. Here is one of them:

While enjoying a dinner out, I told Brandon, "I think I want to wean her (referring to Presley, of course)." He, literally almost spit his food out across the table. Then replied with," hahaha, you want a wiener. Is there something you need to tell me?" After, letting him know I was NOT amused ( I take this subject very seriously). I began to explain my reasoning for why I think it might be time to stop breastfeeding Presley. All the while, watching him attempt to hold in his laughter each time I repeated the phrase. And so the ongoing joke in our household was born. "I wanna wean-er".

Since were on the subject..and I'm sure your wondering. Yes, I am in the process of weaning Presley. So far, I have dropped my second morning feeding and afternoon feeding. The good thing is I'm in no hurry, so we are taking this process very slow. I drop one feeding a week. Next week, I will drop her evening feeding. This will leave only her bedtime and first morning feeding.
For me, these will be the hardest to drop. The morning feeding will be hard only because I'm lazy. Presley cries out around 7- 7:30a.m. I pick her up, bring her in bed with me, and catch a few extra Z's while I feed her. The thought of having to get up and make a bottle, frankly, sucks! Then there's the feeding before bedtime. I love this sweet time with her, and it will certainly be missed. She is usually sleepy, calm, and extra cuddly. Oh, and smelling amazing after her bath.
Presley, thank goodness, doesn't even seem to notice that anything is different. She takes her bottles like I've been giving them to her since day one. I, on the other hand, am struggling with it a little more than I thought. It just kind of makes me sad, you know. The first day was the hardest, but each day has gotten easier.
Honestly, I have no specific reason for choosing to wean her now. I just feel ready.
To all you Mommas still going strong, keep on keeping on! It takes a ton of dedication and you should feel so proud.And...just in case you were wondering, I haven't gained any weight yet. I don't feel ravenously hungry during the day anymore, so I guess my appetite is adjusting. I sure am going to miss being able to eat pretty much anything I want though:(

What I've Come to Realize

Grammie and Poppa graciously offered to take Presley off our hands for a night. Brandon and I didn't have any special plans, just went about our normal Saturday. That's when I realized:

Walks aren't the same without a stroller

Our house is way to quite

Getting to sit down isn't all it's cracked up to be

Only having to put myself to bed isn't near as sweet

Requesting a table for 2 just doesn't seem right

Dinner conversation will never be the same

While Brandon and I will always cherish our time as a couple, we have been forever changed. Things just aren't the same without our sweet baby girl around.

(sleeping in felt pretty darn good though)

Fashion Friday: I need another baby

So friends, I think I need another baby. Nope...not ready to actually have and raise  another one yet. I just want one to dress and buy for. Yesterday, I got to chatting with one of my friends about baby clothes (yes you, Henny) and then wasted half my day looking up "coming home outfits"? I know, know. I have issues, but I just have to share. I brought Presley home from the hospital in the most precious outfit by Baby Biscotti. Umm yeah, every child of mine will go home in a baby Biscotti outfit. In the words of Rachel Zoe, "I Die".

This is some of what I was looking at yesterday:
http://www.itsvintagebaby.com/designers/biscottibaby.html

However, the pics just don't do it justice. You HAVE to see it in person. Okay, I've gotten that out of my system. I guess I should get out of my P.J.'s and get dressed myself . Hope everyone has a safe and relaxing  Labor Day weekend!

The Little Bunny that was...

Warning: this blog post is a tad gruesome.
Apparently, we have had bunnies take residence in our backyard. This actually flattered me that they would choose our yard out of all the other yards. Perhaps the momma bunny could feel my motherly vibes and felt safe leaving her babies close to me. However, I'm pretty sure she chose our yard because we don't have a dog, and well, we pretty much don't have anything in our yard at all. I'm not sure how long they had been there because I haven't even stepped foot out there due to the extreme heat. So how did we make this adorable baby bunny discovery? Well, that's the not so adorable part.

Lets just say that it involved a lawnmower. I'll spare you the details...

Poor Brandon came running inside looking horrified, as he explained to me that he accidentally ran over one. I offered absolutely no support to my husband as I completely freaked out. However, there were two more bunnies (unharmed) that took off terrified in opposite directions. Can you blame them after seeing the sad fate of their little bunny sibling? One tucked itself behind a support pole in our fence and the other in a small hole in the corner of our patio. I felt so incredibly horrible. I just wanted to make them feel better. To my dismay they stayed put for hours, and then when I checked that evening they had high tailed it out of our yard. Poor bunnies.

(After lots of Internet research, the whole lawn mower thing seems to be a pretty common occurrence.)

I did, however, get to snap a few pictures before they had hidden themselves completely.

Wordless Wednesday: New Kicks (thanks, Megan)