27 Weeks: Pregnancy Update


Hello! 27 weeks– it’s going by pretty fast. It’s crazy how much different this pregnancy is than the last.

I’m almost to the 3rd trimester and I can so feel it. I was so surprised at how great I felt most of the 2nd, but now that exhaustion is hitting me again. I’ve been napping at least a few times a week while Lucas naps. So glad I’m a SAHM now. I can’t imagine working and doing all of the cleaning, laundry and cooking. I would never see or talk to Lucas or Clint unless I was in a grouchy mood.

Oh, we finally decided on a name— Harper Elizabeth. She’s so strong! Or maybe really boney, but she’s still extremely low in my pelvic area most of the time. Here’s some pictures of the last few weeks.

22 weeks

24 weeks

25 weeks

26 weeks


Everything has still been going great. I’m on my thyroid medicine, which has been adjusted and I’m doing okay on it. We have appointments Friday to do my glucose test and have another ultrasound done. I’m excited to see her again!

I’ll try to be more regular in updates! 😉



Yes, I Cloth Diaper (Part 3)


Happy Monday! I hope you had a wonderful weekend!

So here it is, the final post to wrap up Yes, I Cloth Diaper. If you missed any, you can see them all here.

Around the time Lucas was 6 months old, I bought more prefolds. They are actually the same size as the Orange edged ones, just wider, which makes them easier to wrap around him. We use them under a [amazon-product text=”Flip Diaper Cover” type=”text”]B00469ZSTO[/amazon-product] most of the time.


I also bought some more pockets to give them a try. I got a really good deal on some used Alva pockets from a local Mama and I recently bought some used Fuzzibunz from another mama. The microfiber inserts that come with pocket diapers just stink, in my opinion. I can’t stand smelling them, so we’ve been stuffing the pockets with the Orange edge prefolds, which fit perfectly. This works really well for us, and is our preferred diaper choice overall.

And here’s the big one… our nighttime solution. When Lucas was younger, just a prefold and cover were fine. Then he started sleeping longer and wetting more and that just would not hold all of it in. We experimented with a few of the diapers we had and then we broke down and bought some nighttime disposables. Those worked most nights, although, sometimes he still leaked out of those. I hated using them though and the smell of them seriously grosses this Mama out! So I started looking around for a cloth nighttime solution. I know wool is very popular, but I was intimidated by it because I had never researched it at all and just assumed it was difficult.

But finally, I looked into wool and it really isn’t all that hard. You just use a diaper of your choice, we like pockets, under a wool cover. If the inside diaper leaks, the wool cover will absorb 30% of its weight in liquid before it starts to leak. Wool is naturally antibacterial so it doesn’t need to be washed after every use, either. And don’t worry if it smells when you first take it off of the babe. Once it dries up, the smell just evaporates.


When you first get a wool diaper, you prep it by washing it in the bathroom sink with wool wash and then you lanolize it with lanolin, or nipple cream as we call it in our house, in the sink and then let it dry for 24 hours and then you just do the same thing once a month or when the diaper starts to hold a smell or leak. Wool can be very expensive, to the tune of $50 or more a cover, but being my thrifty self, I bought two that were upcycled out of old wool sweaters and made by mamas for around $5 each. The maroon one is a little more fuzzy and thicker than the blue, so it works better at night for us. We are loving wool.

Ok, ok – let’s talk about the dirty word – POOP. What do we do with it? Well, we flush it down the toilet where it belongs, of course.


We have two separate spots for dirty diapers in Lucas’ room. One is a pail that is a regular kitchen sized trash can with a trash bag in it. Then we put a [amazon-product text=”Planet Wise Diaper Pail Liner (Hedgehog)” type=”text”]B00A3V33TQ[/amazon-product]in it. The trash bag is to try and keep smells from soaking into the plastic trash can. This pail is for dirty prefolds, which is all cotton. We also keep a [amazon-product text=”Planet Wise Wet Bag” type=”text”]B00A3URYFG[/amazon-product], which is only for covers and the pocket shells.

I separate them because I wash them separately and I don’t want to have to sort through dirty diapers on laundry day.

When Lucas has a dirty diaper, we dump any solids in the toilet and spray it with a diaper sprayer attached to the toilet and the cover/pocket shell and prefold in their respective wetbag. That may sound nasty to you, but consider this: any time Lucas poops in a disposable, it goes everywhere! To compare, he has only had 1 or 2 blowouts wearing cloth.

[amazon-product alink=”0000FF” bordercolor=”000000″ height=”240″]B0041287A8[/amazon-product]

We try to wash laundry every other day or the diapers do start to stink. The prefolds get bleached with a second rinse and dried regular and all of the covers and pocket shells just get laundry soap and a dry on medium heat.


I love cloth diapers. I know that we are saving so much money and I just generally like them. They feel so much better against my skin than a disposable does, so I’m sure they feel much better on Lucas’ sensitive little bottom.

Would you consider using cloth diapers? Or if someone else would have done the research for you, would you have considered it? What is holding you back?

Our (Home)Birth Story

Our (home)birth Story

My handsome little pumpkin is officially 1 year old today. People are not joking when they say time flies. So, as promised, to celebrate my Lucas’ very first birthday, I’d like to share my birth story with everyone. If you haven’t already, you should read my post Why I Chose Homebirth first.

As I said in my previous post, we had our first meeting with our midwife on 9/14 at 37 weeks 1 day. The very next day, I started to lose my mucus plug. Now, you Moms who have been through childbirth probably know that doesn’t necessarily mean “Oh NO’s the bebe is coming!!” but it did mean that things were happening, specifically that my cervix was probably dilating.

Clint and I were running around town gathering up all of the required supplies from lists the midwife gave us and ordered and received my birth kit. I had an appointment with the OB on Thursday, 9/20 and with the midwife on Friday, 9/21. Later that evening, a very large portion (if not all) of the mucus plug came out. Of course, it can regenerate, but I had been losing it for about a week now.

Several people kept telling me that I would probably go overdue, since this was my first pregnancy. But I kept telling everyone that I knew he would come early. I just had a feeling. My mother-in-law and boss both said that they knew I would have him early, simply because I said I would. Like I said, I’m a control freak, everyone can vouch for that.  At the 9/21 appointment, my midwife agreed with me and said she thought it may be sooner than my due date too, which was 10/4.

The next day, Saturday 9/22, when I woke up I was having some cramping. I was pretty sure it was contractions, but since I had never experienced them I really wasn’t sure. I’ve always heard that you should either take it easy or just change up what you’re doing and see if they continue. Since I was already lying in bed, I got up and showered and got dressed for the day. They stopped before I even got out of the shower. I told Clint, half joking, that baby was coming today so we better get things squared away. We finished cleaning up the house that day and had plans with friends that afternoon. I had a few contractions, here and there, throughout the day, but nothing that stuck around. Although, at the time I wasn’t sure that any of it was contractions because it really just felt like mild cramping. I did tell everyone that baby would be coming- tonight! Since this could be our last day as a childless couple, Clint and I decided to spend a little time together.  Later, we went to a sports bar to watch the Mississippi State football game. While we were there, my contractions picked up a little bit, but still only felt like cramps. We got home around 11 pm and decided to walk around the neighborhood. Once we got going, I had a lot of pain in my hips and back. Clint had to literally walk with his fist pressed in my lower back to make it manageable. I think we made two laps, which was a little over a mile, before I couldn’t take it anymore. We then decided to go ahead and lay down for the night.

It seemed like as soon as I fell asleep, which was not easy to do that late into pregnancy, I woke up with an extreme urge to pee. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom but didn’t make it. This was about 12:40. Once I got to the bathroom, I realized there was no color or smell to what I had originally thought was pee. I screamed for Clint to get up, that I thought maybe my water had broken. We were so excited!

I called my midwife and let her know. She wanted to make sure that baby was still moving at his normal rate and that the liquid from my water was clear. She told me that contractions would probably start shortly and that I was to drink a big glass of milk, eat a big meal, and GO TO BED! I thought, who is she kidding? I can’t sleep! I ran around took care of a few things and  finally climbed into bed around 2 am. This is also when the actual contractions started. Clint fell fast asleep and I drifted in and out of sleep for a few hours.

Finally, around 5:30 am I couldn’t stand it anymore and got up. The contractions hurt while I was lying down. As soon, as I got up they were much easier to deal with. (So glad I was not forced to lie in a hospital bed ;))We ate breakfast and called our parents to let them know. I did not want anyone at the house except my 16-year-old little sister, who was going to help Clint through the labor. My Dad dropped her off within an hour or so of the call. I called my midwife again sometime around then and told her I was starting to get nervous and that I would feel more comfortable if she were at my house. She showed up around 9 am, along with her apprentice. They set some things up, told Clint to start getting the birth pool filled up with water and checked mine and Lucas’ vitals. This was the first time I was ever “checked”. I was 3-4 cms dilated and 80% effaced. My midwife told me that I was too happy and smiley to be in active labor so she and her apprentice went to get breakfast. Then I started to get anxious. This wasn’t active labor?! No, I wasn’t in excruciating pain– but, I had hoped I was further along and just handling the pain well.

Around 10:30 a.m., the contractions started to actually hurt. My water was broken, which can make labor more painful since you don’t have the “cushion” from it and Lucas was “sunny-side up” which can cause really bad back labor–which I was having. Clint had to push on my lower back with each contraction to ease the pressure. I wasn’t screaming or anything, but it hurt. Clint was WONDERFUL, though. He kept doing a lot of the stuff we had practiced from the HypnoBirthing and Bradley Method books. I got nervous here and told Clint and Shaye that maybe I should have just gone to the hospital. They both looked at me like I was crazy, and said I didn’t even act like I was in pain, what was I talking about? I asked Clint to call my midwife at this point.

When they got back, she checked me again and said I was around 6 cms and fully effaced. Progress was good, but of course, I was hoping it was more. She said I could get into the birth pool at this point. Clint wouldn’t get into the pool with me and I wanted him right there for every contraction, rubbing my back and talking me through it. I really don’t think I would have stayed so calm without his voice in my ear and hands on my back. I think that’s part of the reason the pool was uncomfortable for me though, I just felt like I couldn’t get close enough to Clint. I also think maybe the water was too high because I just kept floating and couldn’t get anchored down.

In the Birth PoolOnce I was in the water, I told my midwife that I was having the urge to push, a very strong urge. She checked me again and told me that I was really close, but there was still a lip of cervix there, that I needed to wait. I fought the urge, while telling them I couldn’t, for the next couple of contractions, which were one right after the other. She told me that he was very close and had me touch the very top of his head coming down the birth canal.

Eventually, she told me that if I really needed to push, to give it a try. This is where it became really evident that the pool just would not work for me. I got out, pushed while on a birthing stool, with Clint holding my upper body, and lying in bed for a little while. I did not like being on my back, so I got up and walked around some and tried pushing in various places/positions again.

I think eventually my midwife noticed that I was tired and offered for me to lie down for a little while and push. I remember being extremely hot at this point and a cold rag on my forehead. I think it was also around this time that my contractions almost stopped. I ended up pushing sometimes with a contraction and sometimes without. Shaye offered a mirror once, which we had talked about beforehand, but I was too grumpy to tell her I wanted it. At one point, my midwife said that I needed to drink some juice or milk or something for some energy. For some reason, I chose chocolate milk. I gulped a big glass of chocolate milk. They said I would push and he would begin to crown and then stop and the top of his head would disappear. Eventually, I figured out “how” to push and it wasn’t much longer after that. Once his head was out, the midwife had me sit up some and touch Lucas. I held onto him, pushed one final time, and “caught him” and pulled him to my chest. On 9/23/2012 at 1:52 p.m., after about 13 hours of labor, Lucas Cole was born weighing 6 lbs 5 oz and 20 inches long.

5 minutes old

Birthing my son, and being so involved in the process, without monitors and IVs and machines beeping, was the most empowering thing I have ever done in my life. I truly felt like a superhero afterwards, and still do!

Next time, I will definitely have a mirror handy! I also want to try the pool again or maybe the birth stool. I’d rather not birth lying down again. I think a lot of my nervousness and anxiousness was just from not knowing what to expect, though. So hopefully, next time will be a breeze. One can hope, right?

If you’re pregnant or trying to conceive, you should check out the books I mentioned! Did you enjoy the birth of your child(ren)? Did anything unusual happen? Would you ever consider a homebirth?

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