So my 6 week check up was on Friday, as was the twin’s birthdays.

I had blogged prior to my appointment that I was morbidly excited for my weigh in since I have no scales in my house. Turns out that I have lost 46 lbs since the twins were born, and I have 14 lbs to go in order to reach my pre pregnancy weight- although I am not really counting on ever looking exactly the same in my clothes again. This is actually a wonderful excuse for shopping! I already got a new pair of jeans in only 1 size up (from GAP obviously, since they are so generously cut)! I think I will forever be bummed that I didn’t get to weigh myself the day after the twins were born though.. not super bummed, but that kind of bummed you get when a really big pimple pops on it’s own before you get a chance to pick it. I know I’m not the only one.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot, do you like my new ride? We actually received the stroller as a gift from my super wonderfully generous cousin slash work buddy when I was about 6 months pregnant, but just got the car seat adaptors on Friday. This thing is seriously the Range Rover of strollers. Seriously. It is as heavy as a Range Rover. I have no idea how I will ever get it in and out of the car (not to mention folded and unfolded) without another person with me. Then again, I have the same upper body strength as my 6 week olds… so I am sure it is easier for most. 

Hmmm… what else… My doctor took a look downstairs and said everything looks good and gave me the ok to have relations. Oh kay, she said intercourse but I think relations sounds funny. So today the husband picked up my new prescription for breast feeding friendly birth control pills, which just made me think of 2 things.

1. He must be really excited to resume “relations”
2. I probably should’ve filled ALL the refills incase birth control is no longer legal anytime in my “hell no I don’t want to get pregnant period”. Which will probably be 3-5 years. 

Why would an infertile take bc you say? Well, I did get pregnant naturally 3 times when we first got married- but none of them “stuck”, and husband and I both agreed that we didn’t want to risk that kind of emotional roller coaster again. Or the chance that having the twins rebooted my reproductive system and we get another viable pregnancy, resulting in 3 babies in diapers shudder.

The only other thing that we really got going on is this dismal battle against the thrush. The babies finished their script yesterday but were still showing small bits of white in their cheeks so I knew we would need a refill today. Unfortunately by the time hubs went for the refill Patience was crying while on the breast and trying desperately to suck but kept stopping because of her poor sore cheeks. I gave her a bit of infants Tylenol and mixed some breast milk in formula, which I ended up giving to both of them, so they could eat easier from the bottle. I pumped and did the same for the next feeding as well. Poor thing, she is able to eat from the bottle a little easier but she still roots and looks for my boob when I hold her and I feel so bad! I am really trying not to let this be a hit to my resolve to breast feed, but it would clear up so much easier with bottles only and milk that isn’t contaminated with thrush. 

Oh yeah!!! I hit my 6 week goal for breast feeding! By that I mean not completely giving up! They eat directly from me all day until around 6 o clock and after that they receive one or two bottles of formula. Then back to the boob for their middle of the night/ butt crack of dawn feedings. I actually have a whole other BF entry I want to write this week to ask you guys for some advice/personal experience. 

Thats pretty much what we have got going on.

xoxoxo- Piggy Von Ninja