One step forward, one step back. It seems my 1.5 ounces was not an every day kind of thing. I'm going through that "feel like an alligator is chomping on me" adjustment that I felt when Josiah was new and when I tried to start pumping regularly last year. I'm upping my water intake, taking prenatal vitamins again (in theory...as in, I intend to take one when I get up from the computer...?), pumping several times a day, and giving it a few days to see what happens. There are a lot of really fantastic (and yucky) supplements out there. I'm still trying to decide if there is a magic bullet pill that I don't have to sip on or smell like maple syrup from. All, I guess, are a small price to pay for the cost savings and convenience of minimizing formula.
I'm on a mental countdown until Tuesday when we meet the mom that has chosen us. I'm trying to not be. It's hard. It feels like the expectation of Christmas or any other event one can't wait for. We are going to an event this evening at the agency and I'm hoping that pacifies me in some form or fashion. I'm also hoping for the impossible answers to questions like, "is this really going to happen?"
In some ways it seems things are really shaping up in perfect timing. Jonathan has been doing well at real estate and even received a phone call today from a stranger about buying properties. Today I received notice that I got my promotion and my raise will be effective starting Sunday. The favor of the Lord is resting on our family this week! Praise be to God!
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