Family
I hosted Thanksgiving for my family this year. We had 13 adults and 4 children over at my house. On Wednesday night, we had 11 overnight guests. The house was packed, and I enjoyed every minute of it.
My mother and stepmother met for the first time this weekend. It seemed to go very well. They were civil to each other, even friendly.

Alan with cousin Anastasia over Thanksgiving holiday
My first DNF
Thanksgiving morning, I attempted to run my first half marathon since Alan was born. It was a big FAIL. I had my first DNF, which in the running world means "did not finish." I was doing well for the first three miles. Then, sometime between mile three and four, my legs started feeling weird. It was as if I couldn't control them. I've never felt that way before. It felt like I was running like one of those people who have to walk with the crutches attached to their arms. I don't think I looked that way, but that's how it felt. I stopped to stretch and started again. I was fine for a little while, but then it started happening again. After the fourth time of this happening, I was approaching Colony Square and knew that it would be the easiest place for Rob to pick me up. So I dropped out of the race. According to my Garmin, I had run 5.40 miles when I dropped out - not even halfway! It was very disappointing to say the least.
I know I can run at least 9 miles, or at least I could two weeks ago. So why did I all of a sudden have this weird thing happen to me? I think it may be a hip injury that affected my legs, so I am going to schedule an appointment with my sports massage therapist and see if he can work it out. If that doesn't work, I might schedule an appointment with a neurologist or something to see if it's a nerve issue.
Alan's first cold
Alan started coughing this weekend. He has been congested sounding in the past, but it has escalated to a much more raspy and consistent cough. Sometimes he will cough three or so times and then draw a huge breath, almost sounding like he can't breathe very well. We've put a humidifier in his room, but it hasn't seemed to help. I will be calling the doctor for an appointment today.
Decreasing milk supply
My milk supply has been decreasing recently. It is actually quite sudden how much it has gone down. It went down when I went back to work, but I never had a problem getting enough to send with Alan to daycare. Normally the pattern is that I have a decent supply toward the beginning of the week. It gradually decreases throughout the week. Then it will go up again on the weekend when I am around Alan more.
Two weekends ago, I had a huge supply. An overabundance. In fact, it was enough that I took a night off from night pumping and was still okay. Then last weekend, things started changing. Over the weekend, I wasn't getting as much as I had before. My supply should have gone up a lot over Thanksgiving weekend, because I was around Alan and nursing him most of the weekend. I started getting the bottles ready for today, and I only had enough for two and a half bottles.
Not only is my supply dwindling, but he's eating a lot more. We decided to try a formula bottle to see how he would take it. He ate 6oz of an 8oz bottle. Then he proceeded to projectile vomit an ounce out, and then spit up another couple of ounces in his crib while sleeping. Hmm...formula didn't go over too well.
So what am I going to do? He doesn't like the formula, and I'm not making enough to satisfy him. I even got a prescription for some medicine that is supposed to increase my supply. It hasn't seemed to help so far, but we will see now that I'm back at work and pumping more rather than nursing. Talk about frustrating!
Alan's dedication
On Sunday, we went to Dunwoody Baptist Church for Alan's dedication. Norcross First UMC, where we are members, refused to do a baby dedication instead of a baptism. I firmly believe that you shouldn't get baptized until you believe in Jesus Christ and accept him as your Lord and savior. Since Alan is too young to do that, I wanted to have him dedicated to the Lord and dedicate us to raising him in a Christian family environment, to teach him the way of the Lord in hopes that he will someday accept Jesus for himself. I used to go to DBC before getting married, and they were willing to do our dedication even though we aren't members.

Us dedicating ourselves to raising Alan in a Christian home
We were supposed to have 18 people come to the dedication and lunch at our house afterwards. We ended up having only 10. Everyone cancelled at the last minute. So now I have a TON of leftovers. I suppose we will be eating spaghetti for a long time.

Family present at the dedication
Final thoughts
It was an exciting, event-packed weekend. I didn't get much sleep, which I would have liked to get when having an extra couple days off work. But I did have a lot of fun. I enjoyed being the hostess for the two big events. Now it's time to get back to the real world and a normal, routine life.























