For starters, there's always something attached to my boobs. If it's not June, it's Lucy. If it's not Lucy, it's the pump.
Don't get me wrong. I'm so grateful to have a huge supply. Right now I'm pumping an extra 20 ounces a day for my freezer stash, and last week I was able to send 120 ounces to a mama who needed a little help with her newborn until her own supply was better established.
Of course, with all that milkin' comes a lot of eatin' and drinkin'.
I think I eat as much as your average Holstein right now.
I'm never one of those mamas who gets cravings and gains a lot of weight during pregnancy. With both my girls, I gained around 15 lbs. However, once the baby makes her entrance and starts nursing, it's like a switch is thrown.
All I can think about is food. I wake up in the morning thinking about breakfast and how quickly I can make pancakes (specifically chocolate chip pancakes), eggs, bacon, and coffee. I have eaten this same meal practically every day since June was born. Healthy, huh?
I woke up last night positively STARVING. This is seriously the first time in my life I've gotten out of bed to eat.
I'd love to know how many calories I'm burning from nursing alone. What's gonna happen when I start working out this week?
Almost forgot- Lucy signs "milk" when I'm pumping. Fabulous.