How long has it been since I checked in? A week? Yikes. Things are going well. I had a great time with the Geeks Who Drink who hosted a trivia night at a local pub on Thursday. We went shopping with my mom on Friday. We went to the farmer's market over the weekend and hung out with our good friends. We saw my family. We took Tabby to see Up (awesome!).
We also made a couple of trips to the hospital to see my grandma, Tabby & Ben's GiGi (Great Grandma). She has been sick with pneumonia-like symptoms for a long time and she was admitted to run some more extensive tests and after almost a week there, it looks like she is on the mend … fingers crossed.
Otherwise, this week has been mostly about getting ready for our trip to go see friends and family in Nashville. It should be a lot of fun, but man … it is a lot of work. It is crazy how much more work another one makes in this whole scheme. Just the number of carry-ons alone makes me sweat: breast pump, camera bag, diaper bag, laptop, snacks and activities for Tabby plus TWO carseats. I think we're going to be extremely happy to see Nashville.
Ben is quite different from when our Nashville Family saw him. He is smiling, gurgling and very alert and cute. I predict he will be a hit. We will be getting together with the extended family and our friends from Vandy and a trip to the aquarium in Chattanooga (and maybe the Choo Choo) is planned.
Now I will just hope for a very smooth trip out there!

The whole baby thing has left me a bit … flabby. It's interesting because whereas I seemed to gain all over with Tabby, with Ben I seemed to have gained everything in a single spot. My tummy. Sucky. Double sucky that the tummy chub was making it hard to run … a key ingredient to getting rid of the tummy chub. So I got a
It is interesting being a “stay at home mom.” I am no longer a novelty to Tabby … I am a broken record. Daddy, working at home all day just out of her reach, is forbidden fruit. He is to be preferred in all circumstances. “No, want my daddy do it!!” is the constant refrain. Not that I can complain much, especially when there's an especially lovely diaper to change. Nap time is a daily battle … mostly I do not give in and mostly she does have a nap. But there are exceptions (like today) … followed by early bedtime.
Sitting down to write a blog post is practically impossible right now. Currently, Ben is in his swing, happy enough for the minute and Tabby is rotting her brain watching Dora the Explorer. Mom of the Year right here! 
Guess blogging is down to a weekly thing for me, eh? That doesn't mean that things are going badly. After seeing the lactation consultant last week, I gave myself permission to relax a bit. I am still mostly on the manic schedule, but I am a bit more relaxed about it. He is still getting about 80% breastmilk, some directly from the source, some pumped. He still isn't a great nurser and I'm not sure he ever will be. Ben will get as much breastmilk as I can give him and still retain my sanity. Honestly … the schedule hasn't changed that much … but I am giving myself permission to cut out on it here and there so that I can get back to enjoying my family.
Where have I been? There are two possible answers: 1. nursing, 2. pumping. Things seemed to be going OK with nursing. Then we went back to the lactation consultant last Tuesday for a weight check. Ben had not gained enough … around 2 oz in 6 days. He should have gained between 4 and 6 oz. So It was determined that I am not producing enough. This is likely due to the busy schedule on mother's day weekend and my son's somewhat lazy nursing habits (he falls asleep VERY easily). So it was prescribed to me to engage in “active nursing” with him every 2 hours and follow that up with pumping for 10 minutes. So for the first 20 minutes of every 2 hours, I nurse him … waking, burping and cajoling him into doing his job. Then I pump for 10 minutes after that. He is supplemented with the pumped milk and now eventually we've moved into formula territory. The good news is that he gained weight like a champ, 4.5 oz in 3 days. The bad news is that not including bottle feeding time and the washing of pump pieces I am spending 1/4 of my waking hours on the whole nursing thing. And it is EXHAUSTING.
We had a couple of good days there, but things got nuts! Matt's family came to town since matt's brother graduated from CU on Friday. We also crammed 2 birthdays (Matt and his brother's – same day, 4 years apart) and Mothers' Day in there too. A maarathon of meals out, activities and way too little time spent at home and by Sunday, I was exhausted. Having everyone completely off their schedule did nothing to help matters and neither did the plugged milk duct I woke up with on Sunday morning (I think this is gone – fingers crossed) that had me in agony.