Every Sunday is so exciting as I get one week closer to my due date. This Sunday I turned 27 weeks, which I thought was just a number, until I got an alert on my phone from my pregnancy app that said “congrats on making it to your 3rd trimester!” I got butterflies thinking of how soon, and how close I am getting to meet my baby.
And then all my kids fit in a picture.
Last night I asked my husband to take some “artsy” maternity pictures of me. When I exposed my bump my kids wouldn’t leave it alone. Briton wanted to be instantly held, Holland wouldn’t stop kissing it, and Hudson just laughed at it. So this is my impromptu maternity pics that my baby Birds just HAD to be apart of 🙂
*I love all my fillyboo boho maternity/nursing dresses. These are so fun to wear everywhere. I even wear to bed, and plan to wear as coverups to the beach and when I am not pregnant anymore. See post here where I wore another one showcasing my babies nursery.
The word of the month is “Grow”. With each new blogpost I slowly stop recognizing myself as my baby bump starts filling out. Today I went to the Dr.s and he said by my next appointment my baby will double in size, how fun and wild is that! -I’ll be in my third trimester very soon!
These last couple of weeks are crucial in my babies growth, which is why I am highly encouraged to stop nursing Briton. This appointment was music to my husbands ears. And something he’s been trying to tell me for a while now.
But there is something about hearing it from a Dr. and hearing all the reasoning why has me determined to stop today! I haven’t nursed Briton since my appointment and put Briton to sleep by rocking him. I’m not in pain yet, praying I don’t get mastitis this time around.
We also spoke of my birth plan and travel plans. We got some good news. I’ve been so worried about traveling with the zika virus. I got the green light for Hawaii, so babe start booking 🙂 I also got the red light for Dallin’s off roading trip he and his brothers have planned middle of April. That is if he wants to be there for the birth. I was told to plan on my birth and delivery to be similar to that of my others. From 36 weeks to 37 weeks, and to get in the car as soon as I start feeling my labor signs or my water breaks because we live an extra 25 mins away from our hospital and it doesn’t take many contractions to get me to go from a two to a 10.
With my babies coming early, getting the little boy inside of me as big as possible is our goal. Boy’s develope slower (lungs) so we don’t want to risk Briton taking any nutrients and calories away from him.
Wish me luck, I’m going to need it! Everyone has their battles and this is definitely mine. I hate being capable of giving my child what they want/need (nursing), but having to say no and to make them cry while I painfully fill up with lechè is so hard for me. Since this is my second attempt to stop nursing the Britzy, I think/hope it will go a lot more smoothly than the first time 🙂
-Knock on wood-
*A special thanks to Kate Spade for my new workout clothes, they are perfect to “grow” in and one day, I will shrink in them. Seriously the softest, prettiest and most comfortable yoga pants I’ve ever worn.