It’s all fun and games until Mommy gets two black eyes …
Faaaaack!
Baby Boy and I were playing just now, and I was tossing him in the air and catching him. I fumbled one of my “catchings” and his forehead smashed into my nose. He was unhurt (and laughing).
I had to run into the kitchen — still holding him — cupping my nose, because I was positive I was going to spurt bleed all over the carpet. No blood. Just lots of pain.
So then I held a half-empty bag of frozen hashbrowns on my throbbing nose … until Baby Boy snatched the bag from me and chewed on a corner.
These are the days of our lives.
5 ways having a baby makes your boobs feel … less than desirable
- They get totally sore when you’re newly pregnant
- Then they get all vein-y. Seriously — they look like a road map. Hawt.
- In preparation for giving birth, the nipples get creepy-dark so they stand out better to your semi-blind little baby — it’s like you’re a human bulleye
- Your nipples can crack and bleed during those first few days of nursing (that was me — ow, ow, ow!)
- They hurt (like a bitch!) when your milk comes in. Nothing sexier than crying, “Aughh! Don’t touch me!” at your husband
How do you spell anxiety? R-e-l-a-x
You could say I run a tight ship.
All aboard the S.S. Obsessive Compulsive!
But, you see, I need to start easing up a little bit …
Darling Husband works a lot of hours (two full-time jobs, actually … yeah, yikes is right). So naturally, Baby Boy and I are used to spending a lot of time on our own.
The days I spend with Baby Boy are usually quiet, but we have a comfortable routine. I’m used to feeding him, dressing him, changing him, bathing him, playing with him, reading to him, etc. on a very predictable schedule. Of course, these days rarely involve us getting out of the house, and can get boring.
On Darling Husband’s days off, we get to spend time with him (yay!), but things also get turned a bit upside-down (eek!). Darling Husband helps feed/dress/change/play with Baby Boy (yay!) but everything is done very differently than I would normally do it (oh!). We go places (fun!), but then Baby Boy’s schedule gets messed up (crankiness!).
This weekend, Darling Husband was off part of Friday, all of Saturday, and all of Sunday — unheard of in this house, let me tell you! We played Rummy, got out of the condo a few times (a huge YAY from this shut-in), spent a lot of time together as a family. Of course, Baby Boy also got totally off his schedule, fussed more than usual, and got up more times than usual at night.
I’m so used to my everyday routine that when Darling Husband is off, it’s like a random vacation day where nothing is normal and everything is unexpected or changed. And I’m terrible horrible very bad not great with change. So sometimes this doesn’t feel good, but then I get annoyed at myself for being so stodgy and set in my ways.
Now Darling Husband is back at work, and Baby Boy and I will barely see him for the next three or four days, as he works double-shift after double-shift. I’m remembering the fun we had on the weekend, and vowing to start being a little more flexible on those “Daddy Days.” I know routine is good for babies (and meeeee), but it could do us all good if we learned to live without it sometimes, too.
Fashion-forward seven-month-olds
I just came across an old post where I said — and I quote:
“Tell me … tell me, seriously … that Baby Boy is not going to be wearing 12-18 month clothing by the time he is five or six months old?”
The answer is … “Seriously, he will be.”
Baby Boy is seven months old, and he’s been wearing 12-18 stuff for about a month now — some items a bit earlier, while some items are still a little large. He still has some 6-12 items that fit him (or at least “fit him” in my opinion, since I like him in more trim-fitting outfits).
I’m relieved he did stay in the 6-12 size clothing for quite a long time — from two 1/2 months until about six months — because he got good use out of the outfits. I hate to waste a cute outfit!
So far I’ve packed massive plastic crates full of 0-3 clothes, 3-6 clothes, and 6-12 clothes (although the biggest 6-12 items are still being worn), and everything is stored away for future babies. Packing the crates is always emotional, because I see all the beloved teensy items that no longer fit my big strapping man.
Speaking of future babies … What’s that? You want an update? Well, no news (a.k.a no period) yet.
P.S. Yeah, I could take a test. But they’re like $15, and whenever I take one, my period arrives an hour later. Remember what I said before? “First Response wants our money, girls!”
P.P.S. Always ones to get ahead of ourselves, Darling Husband and I have settled on a name if Baby #2 is a boy.
P.P.P.S. But we still don’t think I’m actually pregnant.
P.P.P.P.S. At least, we’re pretty sure I’m not.
P.P.P.P.P.S. If it doesn’t arrive by Wednesday morning, I’ll take one. But it will arrive.
P.P.P.P.P.P.S. I think.
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Happy Monday, Lovelies!
I hope you’re all liking the changes to the bloggy-blog — design stuff, widget stuff, personal-info-stuff, and even a brand-spankin’ new URL (www.laptopstolullabies.com).
I worked my butt off this weekend, since Darling Husband was off and could therefore help me out on the bambino front.
Recent professional developments — news coming soon! — have made me ultra-motivated to blog more and start using my Twitter account again. I’ve also become a little less “anonymous” (Hi, I’m Heather … for reals!), which is a nice change after writing this blog for more than two years.
First up on the “real me” exposition, scheduled for tomorrow: photos of Baby Boy’s actual airplane-themed nursery!
So, in conclusion, hiiiiiiiiii from a real-life person, and I hope you like the changes. Leave your comment love, or drop me a line to my shiny new e-mail address (heather-at-laptopstolullabies-dot-com).
xoxo
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