Time Goes So Fast!

There is nothing that has happened in the past two weeks and then there is so much that has happened in the last two weeks. Time goes so fast with a baby. It feels like yesterday I was carrying him home from the hospital. Though I was talking to hubs last night about that and I wouldn’t trade a million dollars for the end of pregnancy and first week of Baby As life. Those were not my finest moments. Surprisingly I really didn’t like being pregnant and am in NO hurry to repeat the experience. I will probably always wonder if it was because of Max, that my 9 months felt like a deployment into a war zone. I never relaxed. Mentally or physically. Which made the end couple of months no bueno… I was tired, sore, huge, and paranoid. Maybe with baby #2 (Pregnancy #3) I will relax because I have successfully carried a baby to term. Who knows? I’ll find out in a year or two.  Then there was the first week of babyhood. Everything changed… everything. It was hard! And tiring. I told hubby last night I missed my newborn snuggler and I wanted another one. But only if I could skip the pregnancy and the first week. I want someone to deliver to us a two week old baby. 

Don’t misunderstand.. I love my baby with every fiber of my being. And I wouldn’t trade him for all the tea in china. I also wouldn’t change my experiences because as hard as they were they brought me my baby. I just wanted to be honest and be the 2% of women who do not enjoy pregnancy.

On to happenings. Baby A is getting so big! He’s a heavy little chunker and the darling of the office where I work. I am thankful everyday that I get to bring him with me to work and he gets loved on and passed around. He sits in the bouncer or bumpo while I work and if no one else claims him. One lady I work with (and one of my friends) has a sixth sense about when he arrives and the second we are through the door she swoops down and snuggles him for a few minutes. 

My baby is also the king of drooling. He goes through 2-3 bibs a day and still soaks his clothes. Even with the plastic backed bibs. He’s not teething.. I keep checking. No, it’s just that he likes spit bubbles. 

We facetime my mom, his Mimi, every morning so they can talk and neither of them can get enough of the other. Baby A talks more to Mimi than he does to anyone else. The second her face appears he starts babbling his latest ‘story’ to her willing ears.  He doesn’t even talk to me as much as he talks to her. She loves it and eats it up. 

We have somewhat of a schedule down for each day and its working pretty well. Our typical day looks like this

Anytime between 9:00-10:00am we wake up together and he talks to me before I feed him.
10:30ish We facetime Mimi
11:00 He takes a nap and I shower and blog etc
12:00 I feed him and we head into work

12:30-2:00 I work and he gets passed around, sits in the bumpo, or naps in the bouncer
2:00-3:00 Lunch for me
3:00 His lunch
3:30-4:00 We finish up whatever in the office
4:00 I try and put him down in his crib for a nap with varying success.
4:45-5:00 I pick him back up because hes done in the crib
5:00-6:00 We rock or sit and he falls back asleep and I read of play on my phone
6:00 He eats dinner and Hubs comes home
6:30-7:30 They hang out then its bedtime (or bath and bedtime) for the Booger
9:00 I wake him up for a dreamfeed and then put him down
9:30 I get in bed and read until 10/10:30
Anytime around 2:00am he wakes up and wants the binky back
Anytime 3:30-6:00 I feed him
7:00 He gets moved into bed with my by Hubby when he gets up
Then we start over.

Some days we run errands, or on Fridays we go to Mom’s playgroup in the park..but generally that’s what our day looks like.