My pregnancy was fairly normal, no serious complications. Things came up that I knew would happen. Some were fun (baby kicks, ultrasound, hearing the heartbeat) and others were not fun at all (stretch marks, morning/night/ALL DAY sickness, general uncomfortable-ness, having to cut out sugar due to hypoglycemia). Even my labor started out how I feared it would (VERY SLOW!!!). After talking to my mom several times about her labors, especially mine as she was in labor with me for three days, I knew I was going to be facing the same fate.

When my doctor finally made the decision to do a c-section, I was too exhausted to care. I thought after the fact that I might have some disappointment in not being able to deliver my son naturally, but I didn't. He was here and he was healthy. As cliche as it sounds, that was really all that mattered to me. It was all worth it. And in the back of my mind I was thinking "at least I'll still be able to breastfeed".

Now at only 3 1/2 weeks, he is almost exclusively formula fed. I never thought that breastfeeding would be so difficult and more importantly, I wouldn't like it. I've felt guilty for the way I feel about it, like I'm forcing my kid to have the second best option for my own selfish reasons. Other things have played into the fact that I've decided to stop breastfeeding so early. The main reason is that my supply cannot keep up with his hungry, growing body. He drank 6 oz of formula at one feeding last night and then almost 5 oz at his next two hours later.

On a happier note, everything else is going pretty good. Chris and I are actually getting a lot of sleep, just never on the same night. :-)

Cooper found his thumb for the first time this past weekend, and by 'found' I mean 'sucked'. It was actually kinda cute. I think it may have been a one time thing, though, because he hasn't done it since...or even tried.