Pregnancy Journal: This isn't nesting!

I knew it was too good to be true. Yes, with both Rob and Jacob coughing and sneezing throughout our tiny house, I did indeed get sick too. Fortunately my illness seemed to be much more limited than theirs. I experienced only about a week of a stuffy nose and somewhat sore throat. Even so, it took quite a bit out of me. I’ve pretty much slept through this week, so not much has happened.

Jacob had a great week. Perhaps it was because I’ve been so subdued and the house has been basically quiet, but he’s taken to sleeping wonderfully in his own bed for both his naptime and throughout the night. We’ve still been lying down together and at night we start out on my bed (primarily for my own comfort). Somehow though, I’ve been able to move him into his bed and expect that I’ll need to wake him in the late morning hours. He’s more like his mother than I thought! Up late at night and asleep all morning!

We’ve experienced some changes on the nursing front too. Quite honestly I may be the motivating factor, despite my efforts to let him lead the way. I’ve found my breasts to be much more tender lately, so I’ve pretty much stopped offering to nurse. We’re down to nursing only before a nap and at bedtime. He’s been somewhat content to do “shiggies” for 10 to 15 minutes at night, then roll over and snuggle until he falls asleep. Now he’s adopting that same philosophy for his naptime ritual as well and has even begun to forego the nursing at bedtime in favor of some in-depth conversation and lots of hugs. We still have nights where there will obviously be no sleep until he’s been allowed to nurse, but the majority of this week has, in fact, leaned the other way. On one hand I fear that this will lead to total weaning, which means my little baby is no longer a little baby, but on the other I am quite proud of him for taking this step on his own. I’m enjoying watching this transformation. He tells me constantly that he doesn’t want me to go away, just the shiggies. I quite enjoy our conversations each night. He’s taken to lying down on the pillow next to me, turning toward me, staring me right in the eyes and initiating a conversation of monumental proportions. Generally topics center around the baby’s arrival, his role as a big brother, his desire to be at the hospital with us, and of course, the inevitable, a grand discourse about whatever object in the room happens to catch his eye mid-sentence.

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