Andy turned nine months on July st. His stats are: weight-28 lbs height- 29.5 inches. Yes, he's off of the charts. He's gigantic. He wears 24 months and 2T clothes. Soon, when I find some time, I'll post a pic of the giant baby human.
This past weekend I stopped breast pumping. Finally. I had been waiting for this moment for nine months. I never expected to be sad. Breast pumping has been such a hassle. In the beginning, I had to pump every two hours to bring in my supply, then every three hours... I had to lug around the bulky pump to work and all of the little attachments. I should say though that that pump got me out of a lot of boring meetings, so it wasn't all bad. But it is nice to be able to have freedom. To not be tethered to that pump. To be able to stay away from home as long as I want. I don't have to worry about wearing breast pads and leaking on shirts. But it is a little sad. While I hated pumping, I loved making milk for Andy. He's nine months old and has NEVER been sick. We had to take him to the after hours clinic once for gas, but that's it. To be fair though, that is probably caused more by the fact that he does not go to daycare. But it is still a source of pride. I feel proud of myself. Sure, I could still be pumping or breastfeeding... but nine months is a great start. Will it make the difference between Harvard and state school? Probably not. But I'm proud of myself nonetheless.