When You Have a Really Fat Baby

You get told every single day that you must be making "straight cream." I have probably been told this at least 100 times and I'm not exaggerating. I think it is just what comes to mind for people to say when they see a really chubby baby like mine.

It usually doesn't bother me, because let's face it, I must be making straight cream.

When Luke was about 3 months old and fat (because my babies are always fat at 3 months) I went to one of Sam's work parties. One of the senior partner's wives took one look at Luke and told me that when her son was a baby, she had a friend who also had a fat baby. Her own baby was skinny. She told me that one day both she and her friend had pumped milk and put it in the fridge. Her friend's milk was thick--just like whole milk-- "straight cream" and her own milk was almost see through--like skim milk. She said it was because she was really active and went out running every day and her friend just sat on the couch all day and took naps.


Then she walked away, leaving me holding my fat baby and the assumption that I lay around all day. Oh well. I feel bad for her and her skinny baby and I think her friend is the smartest woman alive. I wouldn't trade Buster's chubba thighs and cheeks for anything.

Club Med

Surprise! My water broke last night. With friends over. On one of my new barstools. It wasn't pretty but we all got a good laugh until I started to freak out about having a baby born at 34 weeks.

My friends were so cute--they immediately started cleaning my bathrooms even though it was almost 10:00 at night. I called Sam and told him the bad news and he came home right away (he was watching a game with a friend.)

We headed to the hospital and they immediately gave me a steroid shot for his lungs. (Now I really am on 'roids!) I had contractions on and off and then they stopped. My doctor decided not to induce me yet so I can continue to get antibiotics and more steroid shots. At first, I dreaded staying in the hospital for two days before even having my baby (knowing full well he will be in the NICU for awhile after he is born) but they I figured out this place is Club Med.

I'm alone in a nice room, lying in bed, watching movies (Australia was worth watching just to see Hugh Jackman coming out of the water--that man is so ripped.) They brought me chocolate covered strawberries, all sorts of food and treats and here is the kicker--a massage therapist showed up and gave me a free massage.

Now I don't want to have my baby. I just want to stay here forever! Thanks to my awesome mom for swooping in and taking on my kids and house. I basically had NOTHING prepared and no food in the house. Once my water broke, I just wandered the house not sure what to even put in a bag.

On another note, the kitchen is done and I was planning to do my big reveal last night but here I am lying in a hospital bed with no way to upload photos so the reveal will have to wait. I know the coming weeks are going to be hard--when Ryan was in the NICU, it was the worst days of my life. I've just got to sit back now and enjoy my babymoon until Thursday.