Pregnancy Update- 19 weeks

Row, row, row your belly 

Gently down the stream

if your daughter's shoe falls in

She will surely scream!

Here is the pregnancy scoop at 19 weeks...

The nausea has mostly passed though I've had occasional spells here and there. I was sick much longer this time than I was with Jude. I looked back on old posts and it seems I was sicker with Jude than I was with Eliza.  Apparently for me it gets worse with each pregnancy. I am making a mental note for the future. 

I have been experiencing a lot of dizziness. I had this earlier in the pregnancy with Jude but it seems to be getting worse for me right now. I am so busy with the kids that I don't think I eat often enough and really need to make a point of eating enough and drinking enough water. It has cooled down substantially here in Charleston, but most days it is still pretty warm. Also, all of the bending I have been doing to pack up this house has not been helping at all...especially when I already have low blood pressure.

I guess practice makes perfect because my body has decided to have Braxton Hicks contraction quite often. I think they started at 20 weeks with Jude. This time around they hit at 15 weeks. 

Jude is still nursing occasionally though I am hoping he weans by February. I am not ruling out Tandem nursing,  but I have already experience nursing agitation while pregnant and I am not looking forward to that feeling while nursing two. I struggled to nurse both Eliza and Jude in the beginning. While my fingers are crossed that it comes easier this time, I know that may not be realistic.

I had my level 2 ultrasound on Tuesday morning. In the past we did not find out the gender. However, we decided to find out this time for several different reasons. It is a .....baby!

Hoping to snap a cute gender reveal photo this weekend. If I haven't already told you, you are going to have to wait a little bit longer. Sorry!

Night Weaning Jude

I'm tired.

Not tired like had a busy weekend.

Tired like I've been getting up 3-5 times a night for almost 2 years.

Jude and I have a beautiful nursing relationship that has been mutually beneficial in so many ways. I don't regret one second that I have spent with my lil guy. Most times I don't even mind waking up so much at night. It is the days following a particularly busy nursing night that bother me. I am not my best when I am tired and Eliza tends to be the one to suffer. She is an energetic little girl and trying at times. When I am tired I am much shorter with her than necessary and I know that isn't fair.

Last Monday I made the decision to night wean Jude. I know he is old enough to understand. I also know I am home with him all day and we spend lots of time snuggling and cuddling. If I were working outside the home I am not sure I'd be able to cut back on the nighttime sessions without feeling guilty.

I am taking an approach that I feel is the most gentle. I opted against having Pete deal with the night wakings because I didn't want Jude to feel like I was no longer available for him at night. Instead I am helping him to fall back to sleep without nursing. Our rule is no "milkies" between the hours of 11-6. I told Jude that "milkies" need sleep too and so they are going to bed. It hasn't been as bad as I envisioned but he is still waking up at around 2 each night asking for "milkies" or more specifically "milkies now!". I have been getting him back to sleep by rubbing his forehead.

I know there are many who think it is crazy that he is still nursing (especially at night) at almost 2 years old, but nursing is an important part of my relationship with Jude and serves many purposes in addition to providing nourishment. I will not stop before we are both ready.

Night weaning is bittersweet for me because it does signify the beginning of the end. It doesn't seem that long ago that we were just home from the hospital endlessly working to get a good latch. On. Off. On . Off. I clearly remember one very low point. I was sitting on the couch with Jude tears dripping onto my nursing pillow as we continued to struggle day after day and hour after exhausted hour. I knew Pete was also growing frustrated. He was on his way out with Eliza and he stopped and looked at me and asked, "Is it worth it?". I answered, "It will be when we finally get it right." And I was right. Every single tear was worth it and now that the end is nearing I'll probably shed a few more.