Hanging with the Hockenberrys: Emerson is 3 months old!

Okay, more like 3 1/2 months now. But I'm close!

My sweet little angel is still the world's most perfect baby. Yes, I'm biased but you would be too if you were me. I have a baby that doesn't cry unless she's hungry, tired, or has a dirty diaper and she's STILL sleeping almost all of the way through the night. Most nights she is still up once to eat around 3 or 4, but this week she even pulled an 8:30 - 6:00 for us. It's amazing. If I could guarantee that every baby I had was like her, I'd have about 30 of them. Okay, maybe not 30. Not that it matters, since it can't be guaranteed and I'm not willing to risk it!

Unlike Greyden, who had a doctor's appointment every month around his birthday, Emerson has been really healthy! Since we haven't had to take her to the doctor for anything besides her well visits, we're not exactly sure how much she weighs. I weighed her myself on our home scale just to get a general idea and it was right at 11 pounds. Her next well visit is at 4 months so we'll have another "official" weigh-in then. I wouldn't be surprised if she's put on another 10 pounds by then. The girl eats like a horse. After only a week in daycare, we were already increasing her bottles from 3 ounces each to 4. And she's taking 3-4 of them a day at daycare alone. That's not even counting the 4 times per day that I'm nursing her. It's insane. At this rate I have no idea how I'm going to keep up with her. She's going to eat me out of house, home, and boob.

Checking In!
Weeks Post Partum: 16 Weeks!

Total weight gain/loss: Um none? Okay, maybe 2 pounds (although I haven't weight myself in a week so I'm sure it's more like 20 pounds now). I guess when everyone told me that it was harder to lose weight after the second pregnancy, they were ~~annoying~~ right. The weight is just not falling off with this one. I looked back at my post partum check ins with Greyden and they were all "10 more pounds lost! Yay!" which is HIGHLY depressing (and annoying) now. It kind of makes me want to punch the old me in the head.

Maternity Clothes: Well, I can ditch my shirts, but the pants? Not so much. When I'm not in my yoga pants, I'm in my maternity pants. At least I was up until a week ago when I finally got sick of hauling up elastic-waisted jeans every 4 seconds (as they were being shoved off my hips by my love handles) and decided to buy a pair of real, non-maternity jeans. I thought this was a great idea and would also be great motivation to see where I was at in terms of sizing. I figured it couldn't be near as bad as I thought it was going to be. Nope, I was wrong. It was worse. I walked out of Target with a pair of size 14 jeans. I haven't worn a size 14 since never. The good news is that as soon as I wore them for a few hours, they stretched out so much that I was hauling them up every 4 seconds as well. So maybe I wasn't really a size 14. The bad news is that this meant buying yet another pair of jeans. Right now I'm wearing a size 12 and I've had to haul them up a few times today too. I'm sure this is because I'm shrinking and not because they are stretched out too.

Sleep: Yes, thank goodness. Unfortunately I have to totally attribute her sleeping to being swaddled. Swaddling is a total pain in the ass, but we don't have a choice. A few weeks ago we decided to try to break her of it. After a full week of it taking an hour+ to get her down in the evening and then being up 4 more times throughout the night, we wrapped her back up. It just wasn't worth the effort.

Best moments this week: Taking Greyden trick or treating! The Halloween post will be up shortly. The other best moment happens every morning when I nurse Emerson and we get to have our morning conversations. The girl will lay on her boppy, look up at me, and chatter on and on for 10 minutes to me when she's finished. It's the cutest thing ever.

What I miss: My babies while they're at daycare. It's especially hard since I feel guilty since I'm home all day and they're not, even though I'm working and it would be impossible to keep them home with me and still get anything done. To add insult to injury, Greyden has started calling daycare "home". Grrrrr.....

What I am looking forward to: Greyden's birthday party this weekend! And this time I PROMISE that his 2nd birthday post will be up within a week, and not take a year like his 1st birthday post. :-)

Milestones: No major milestones yet, but she's well on her way. My favorite part of the day is when I go into her room to get her in the morning and she grins from ear to ear when I peek over the edge of the crib. Keep in mind she's still wrapped up like a burrito at this time, so it's the most adorable thing ever. She's also getting louder lately. And when I say loud, I mean it. On our way up to my parent's house last weekend she was babbling so loudly from the backseat that I had to turn around and put a pacifier in her mouth so that Kevin and I could hear each other talk. She goes on "talking" sprees where she babbles at the top of her lungs for minutes at a time. I think she takes after her Daddy.