Boob Denial

My boobs have been an asset to me for a long time now. I think it started back at Uni when I discovered what power my natural gift and a good push up bra could achieve. Aaah the countless free drinks the girls got me back at the Powerhouse night club!

This week however they have failed me and I'm feeling very dejected. They have lost their appeal to one person who has had more affection for them than even my husband, Baby 0.6.

I know babies become more efficient at feeding and get faster but all of a sudden I'm lucky if my baby girl feeds for 4 minutes each side. This started quite suddenly and happens even for her first feed of the day when she should be starving. She has a last feed about 7.30pm and then feeds again anytime from 4am to 7am. So even after 9 or so hours without a feed she's on then off.

Part of it I know is distraction, Baby 0.6 can't dare miss a second of any sort of excitement and by her definition a shadow moving is worth front row seats! She doesn't seem hungry either but after losing my milk at 4 months with Toddler 2.10 my anxiety levels with milk supply are pretty high. She is eating 2 meals of solids a day and her weight seems ok, so am I just freaking myself out?

Maybe if I pull out one of my old push up bras again she might find them more appealing?!

Have you experienced the same? Do you have any tips? 

Ironing out the creases

So this morning at 9am I was ironing. I DON'T IRON.

I actually go out of my way to buy clothes that don't require ironing, but this morning, mother guilt and peer pressure got the best of me.

I had washed Toddler 2.9's sheets for kindy and after sharing the clothes dryer with too many items, they were more than crinkled. Now at home I would think "Hey! they'll flatten out after we sleep on them for a few days!".

But this morning the little voice creeped into my head. "What will the other Mum's and teachers think if I send my son to kindy with wrinkled sheets? They'll think I'm a terrible mother!!" The truth is no-one would even really see the sheets and they would have plenty of their own little voices running around in their head and toddlers pulling on their skirts to even notice.

What do we do to ourselves?! Talk about self inflicted suffering. Does this happen to us after childbirth? Is it really Syntocin they put in that drip or is it mothers guilt?

Even as I was standing there ironing I knew I was being ridiculous but I still did it. Will I be able to stop myself next time or will my little voice shout out again?

What totally unnecessary things have you done in the past to stave off the Mothers Guilt?

Can I lose it?

I'm not talking about losing my mind here, that happens to me at least once a week or after a few too many sleepless nights. You can usually tell when I'm still in my pyjamas at 11am or the kids are eating baked beans on toast for dinner!

What I'm working to lose at the moment is the dreaded weight left over from having a baby. Although if I'm 100% honest it's actually weight from before Baby 0.5 and quite possibly from my addiction to all things sweet.

Breastfeeding Benefits
I'm currently riding that wonderful wave of steady weight linked to still breastfeeding and so I can eat a lot of things I shouldn't without paying too a high a price for it. But thanks to baby 0.5 starting to sleep through and a very noticeable change in my hormones, I think maybe things might be about to change.

I paid the price last time when my chocolate addiction continued well after breastfeeding finished and my weight went up and up. So this time I would like to avoid the same thing but that's easier said then done.

The Family Challenge
My husband, Dad and Father in-law have all joined a challenge with me to lose 4 kgs by Easter, which is a reasonable quest but still I am failing and I can tell you exactly why....... I'm eating way too much and not doing ANY exercise. So what am I whingeing about, all I need to do is get off my butt and try!

As straight forward as it all sounds I still struggle every day to find the motivation, after all, looking after two young kids is tough, don't I deserve a cup of tea and a choccie biscuit?

Today though I'll say, that's enough, toughen up and put the biscuit down!

So, 5 weeks and 4 kgs to go. All I have to do is get through my birthday and chocolate cake on Friday..........