6 months and counting

Six months.  The girls are six months old.  I've been pumping for six months, which was my first goal.

Pictures from the last few weeks:

At the girls' naming

Meorah with her typical 'WTF' expression

After the naming party

A happy moment...gotta capture these when we get them

In all, things are going well.  Nicole is off (still no baby in sight, though!!) and Meredith is now our nanny.  She'll continue for the rest of the summer.  So far she hasn't run screaming, although I know she is exhausted at the end of the day.  But as she told me yesterday:  she can deal with being tired for a summer.  She's making a lot more $$ working for me than she did for her previous mommy.  She's definitely earning it, though.

The girls are doing great.  They're around 11-12 lbs and have their 6 month appointment tomorrow.  I made my initial six month goal of breastfeeding/pumping, and have extended it for another three months.  While I don't particularly like pumping, I hate (hate hate hate hate hate hate) formula.  Not that I think its bad for the girls (I don't), but I think its disgusting.  Blech.  I hate working with it, I hate the smell, and I think its just revolting.  The longer I can put off formula 24/7, the better.  We're in the middle of an insurance issue with the formula (which I'll save for another post....I'll have to vent AGAIN about insurance companies), but I'd rather deal with the pumping than deal with formula.  Even if it means bitching to BCBS for another month.

Still loving the cloth diapers.  Oh how I wish I had done this with Zev...

Zev is now getting out more, which I like.  She takes them all out for walks and is exploring other places to go.  It helps that the weather is getting nicer.  He is starting to get a bit more territorial...when I get home and say 'hello' to the girls, he yells at me:  "No!  No hello!!" and will sometimes block me from going over to them.  Its rather cute, actually.  He's had a lot of transitions and has weathered them so well.  If this is the worst that he gets, I'll take it.

As for me, eh.  Work is very busy.  I'm (finally) seeing a GI specialist tomorrow.  It took three months to see him, and its rather annoying that now that I have an appointment with him, my reflux seems to be under control.  But then, its under control because I'm taking the Rantidine 2x/day.  And, it will be helpful to have a specialist looking after me.  So I kept the appointment.  I'd rather not have to be on meds forever, and I'll need someone to monitor my care.

I'm actually seeing another doctor for something else as well, but will save that for another post since its rather a big deal and would rather not ramble on and on here.  So I'll update that either today or tomorrow...

Oh and to add to the drama:  our backyard after the big storm that blew through here this weekend:

Nice, huh?  Happened after our party.  Our wonderful neighbors were nice enough to help cut up the branch after Jason managed to get it down so we can eventually remove it.  Trees were fallen all over Boston with the massive winds that came through.  We're just lucky it didn't hit the house or during the party and hit a child...