Archive - August, 2011

Talking ‘Bout Tatas

This post is for the ladies, but men, feel free to stick around and read if you want to. I really need some advice, so I’m just gonna dive in and ask it.

In all my years of taking care of kids (babysitting, nannying, etc), one thing I’ve obviously never done is breastfeed them. Nor have I had a need for a breast pump.  Duh.

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So this is one area that I look at when it comes to a registry and think, “…..I’m totally lost.” I have no idea what brands are best. I have no idea if I should get both a manual and an electronic pump. What makes a good pump? Is it worth paying more? Do you get what you pay for? Or do you just pay more for basically the same thing?

Here’s what I know:

-I’m going to be a stay at home mom, so I can use the fridge for breast milk. I don’t have to have a cooler as part of the pump. If I’m traveling, I will bring my own cooler.

-I’m going to breast feed as much as possible, but I want a pump too. Just so that I can give the baby a bottle when I’m driving or can’t stop what I’m doing and need Tom to feed the baby.

-I would like to sleep through the night before the baby does. So if Tom wants to help out with feedings at night sometimes, I will need a pump.

-I’ve heard that sometimes women get mastitis but are still able to pump without as much pain as breastfeeding while they heal. I’m really hoping not to get that at all, but if I do, I would like the option of pumping.

So based on all of that….what do you recommend, moms? I need people with experience with pumps to weigh in!

THANK YOU!!
~Meghan

Sleepless in Suwanee

Last night was one of the worst nights of sleep I’ve ever gotten. It STUNK. It was up there with the sleep I got on nights right after I broke my arm, stabbed myself in my hand, and when I was at lock-ins for youth groups. In other words, the sleep was scarce.

This morning, as I stumbled into the shower and coughed up a lung, I started thinking about it in numbers. Who knows why. I am not a math person. But I did, and the number 2 kept cropping up. Here ya go:

Two is…

-The number of hours I felt like I slept throughout the entire night.

-The number of times I had to go pee because the baby was apparently dancing on my bladder.

-The number of positions I’m allowed to sleep in now that I’m pregnant.

-The number of positions I’m allowed to sleep in that I dislike.

-The number of dogs I had to take out at 6AM.

-The number of guests staying with us that were probably disturbed in their slumber by my taking out said dogs.

-The number of slices of cheese pizza that I ate after getting the dogs back inside a little after 6AM.

-The number of water bottles I sipped from while eating the pizza.

-The number of dogs who begged while I ate.

Two-Hundred is…

-The number of times I sniffed and coughed throughout the night.

-The number of times I woke up Tom by switching back and forth between the two stupid positions in which I may sleep.

-The number of calories I probably consumed per slice of pizza at 6AM.

But I don’t regret the calories. When I wake up thinking of pizza and lay in bed thinking about it for an hour, it’s just as well that I go eat it. Jellybean gets what Jellybean wants.

But wow. I am exhausted. TGIF.

~Meghan

Bumped Out at the Wedding

I just saw a picture that Tom took on Saturday when I was getting some portraits of the groom’s family. Jellybean was very obviously a part of my day.

I also notice how badly I need to get that blonde streak in my hair touched up. Yikes. I look pretty ragged.

Toting Jellybean around all day when I pretty much was on my feet for 12 hours straight and didn’t eat a thing from 1pm until 8:45pm took it out of me.

It took me all of Sunday and Monday  to recover. I definitely don’t have the same level of energy I had before I was pregnant!

~Meghan

Do You Follow Story Lens?

Over the weekend, I photographed a friend’s wedding.

Remember when I blogged about Rachel and Chris’s engagement session? Well, they tied the knot Saturday.

Rachel was an absolutely gorgeous bride. But now that I’ve got my Story Lens Photography site up, I will be blogging about different clients and their sessions over there instead of over here. So if you aren’t following yet, make sure you subscribe to the Story Lens blog!

Otherwise you might miss photos like this…

She was just beautiful, huh?

I’m so honored that they trusted me to capture their wedding day! And now it’s time to get back to picking through their many, many photos so I can get proofs to them soon….

~Meghan

Friday Favorite: Jellybean’s Heartbeat

My favorite sound right now is the sound of Jellybean’s heart pumping away. I wish I owned a stethoscope so I could listen to it whenever I wanted.

Today I had my 16 week appointment, although I’ll actually be 17 weeks tomorrow. It was the quickest, easiest appointment so far. I was weighed, gave a urine sample, had blood drawn, listened to Jellybean’s heart, talked to the doctor, and left. Easy peasy, lemon squeazy!

Not even a pelvic exam or anything. Just pressed on my tummy some, looked at my chart, and said everything “looks perfect.” Sweet!

Here is a video of Jellybean’s heartbeat from today. The quality of the machine was not as clear as normal, but you still get to hear it. =)

Love that sweet baby.
~Meghan

Confessions of a Couponer.

Yesterday, as I was going through my store of toiletries to find a replacement for our shampoo, I noticed how many different brands I have of products in my stockpile. It made me think back to my posts about couponing and how I encouraged readers to let go of their brand loyalties in order to get the best deals.

The truth is, it took me a long time to get in that mindset. In fact, it took me a lot of work to really get into the state of mind that considers fiscal responsibility in every purchase.

When I was little, I didn’t really care about brands. But as I got older, I got pickier. By the time I graduated from high school, I used all Lancome make up, only Crest toothpaste, Biolage shampoo and conditioners, Secret deodorant, etc. The list goes on. I was set in my ways. And some of those ways were expensive.

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I was never that picky about clothing brands, other than where I bought my unmentionables. But other stuff? Oh yeah.

I was also used to eating what I wanted when I wanted. If my family was in the mood for Mexican food? We got it. Chinese? We got it. Chic-Fil-A? One of us would pick it up. That was just convenient, and if you could all agree on it, why not?

So when I got married, and I was no longer on my daddy’s dime…It was a rude awakening into what it meant to be fiscally responsible as an adult. Ya know, on a couple of 22 and 23-year-old’s newlywed salaries. Not on my parent’s income where my being responsible meant not using their credit card to buy clothes unless I could pay them back for it when I got home.

I will just go ahead and give MAJOR credit to Tom. It was stressful being the one who “got it” off the bat of how to budget while I was still learning the ropes. I had never budgeted before. I had never in my life been responsible for so much as paying for gas or even a cell phone bill. Suddenly I was a grown up, and all my preconceived notions of how to shop and live fell flat in the reality of a budgeted lifestyle.

Now don’t get me wrong. I LOVED being a newlywed. I loved having our apartment, getting our dogs, the simple pleasure of just going for a walk together, the pride of making it on our own, and most of all being married to my best friend.

It’s embarrassing, but the hardest thing for me was not being able to eat out when I wanted to. I love food. Probably too much. It is still hard for me to pass by a place on the road when I am craving nothing more than a meal from that restaurant. But back then? I was kind of a brat about it. It was so not what I was used to doing.

“It’s just ONE meal from Chic-Fil-A! What’s the big deal?” I would complain to Tom. And he would explain what I already knew- we were saving for a house, it wasn’t in the budget to eat out more than once a week, it wasn’t necessary, we had food at home, etc.

Poor Tom. That had to be miserable.

I also learned that my make-up was way out of range of our budget. So were various other products I bought. And groceries we were both used to having.

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Through trying out various products, I found what things I could substitute with other brands, and what things I really couldn’t get the same quality, taste, etc. from unless I went with the real thing.

So what really changed that financial mindset for me? A few things.

1. I just had to do it. I had never really had to give up something I’d loved before, except when I was studying abroad, and that was temporary. It takes time to adjust to a different point of view, and with time, I got used to it.

2. Our church. North Point talks about things that a lot of churches don’t touch…like money. Did you have any idea how often the bible covers money and possessions? A lot.

That’s because we are VERY attached to those things. And so we don’t like people telling us what to do with them or how to see them. But that’s exactly why Jesus needed to address it…and why the church should as well. It put a few things in perspective for me. Tom and I really enjoyed a series they did called Balanced.

3. Buying a house. Tom and I saved, saved, saved for our down payment, and we bought our house right before our first anniversary. It gave us such a sense of pride and accomplishment. We did this. Together. And it was worth it all. All the skimping, saving, turing down fun nights out to movies and dinners and drinks. Even giving up certain brands and- yes- eating out when I wanted to eat out. It was so gratifying. And I knew I could keep doing it.

4. Dave Ramsey. We read Total Money Makeover, and it SO put me and Tom on the same page. But more than that, if gave us a plan. It’s one thing to aimlessly save. It’s another thing to know exactly why we are saving, where that money should go, and how it will work for us in the end.

Since then, we have tried to learn all we can about being smart with our money. We save, invest, and even have learned about life insurance policies that pay for themselves and act like retirement funds for you over time. Say What!? Did you even know they could do that? We didn’t.

AND I coupon. That came in the last year and a half or so. It takes time, and it takes some work, but doing that means we have more money to put into other things, be that savings, giving, or some other part of our monthly budget.

We also enjoy our money. That’s to say, what is life if you don’t do anything fun? So every now and then, we pick something to save for, and then we spend that saved money on it. A new piece of furniture, a vacation, a nice night out, etc. And when the money is spent, there is no regret. Because that money was earmarked for fun, and we didn’t go into debt doing it.

I’m all about financial freedom. We still eat in more than anything, shop “off” brands, rarely go out for movies, and avoid debt like the plague. But those sacrifices are small compared to what we get in return. Because of financial stability, Tom was able to start his own business last year at 25, and I am going to be able to be a stay-at-home mom at 26. That is HUGE for us.

But I wasn’t always like this. So if you are struggling to make wise decisions with your finances, don’t give up. You CAN do it. I know, because I’ve been there. And it’s worth every coupon-clipping, fast-food-fasting moment.

~Meghan

Point Taken.

Something tells me that the pups aren’t feeling that excited about having a baby join the family.

I see a trainer in our future.

~Meghan

Mama’s Still Got It.

Yesterday, I had a Transit leader lunch, so I didn’t leave the church premises until after 2pm. Since Tom and I knew it would be a long day for him, a non-Transit leader, he stayed home and watched church online.

So I found myself driving home alone, dancing to the Glee cover of Empire State of Mind in my car. I got stuck behind a line of slow vehicles, and at the soonest opportunity, I passed them in a lane that was moving more quickly.

The car that was right in front of me was full of boys that I could only guess to be around 19, which I wouldn’t have noticed except that a kid with a weirdly strong resemblance to Michael Cera rolled down the window and started waving at me as I passed them. Well that caught me off guard, so I turned to look at him and burst out laughing.

I sometimes forget that to teenage boys…and some men…ANYTHING can be taken as encouragement.

Soon they swiveled their way around the slow cars and into the lane next to me. Now all the windows were down, and all the teenage boys were waving at me and saying something I can’t understand.

I smiled back and then held up my left hand, using my right hand to point to my wedding ring for a second before putting my hands back on the wheel. Suddenly the hands shot up into a, “whatcha gonna do?” shrug and they laughed.

I only wish I could have stood up and shown them my baby bump. That would’ve really freaked ‘em out.

~Meghan

Arden

Yesterday was a day full of children. I drove to Atlanta in the morning to spend most of the day with Roenne and Arden. Their parents are friends of ours, and they needed me to watch the girls while mom was watching dad talk at a conference.

Later in the evening, Tom and I were in Decatur watching our nephew and nieces while my brother and sis-in-law got my nephew signed up for the school he’ll be attending this year.

While Roenne napped in the afternoon, I remembered that I had my camera with me. I pulled it out and took some shots of Ms. Arden. This was my favorite.

So fun! Isn’t she a cutie?
~Meghan