"You look like you don't want to be here today."
That is incorrect. I want to be here very much. Amongst the adults and the quiet and the brain-engaging activity.
Don't get me wrong, I love Silas, and I don't love to get up and drive an hour and fifteen minutes to work, but omgIwantedoutofthathouse.
You guys? I'm officially terrified of maternity leave.
My mom and aunt were out of town this weekend. So, it was just Silas and me cooped up in the house together getting on each other's nerves for two days. A tiny not-even-close-to-what-it's-going-to-be-like glimpse of maternity leave. Because he sleeps and can talk and can sometimes entertain himself for, like, a fifteen minute stretch. But a new baby?
NEW BABIES DON'T SLEEP OR TALK OR DO ANYTHING FOR THEMSELVES. THEY JUST YELL AT YOU AND WAKE YOU UP WHEN YOU WANT DESPERATELY TO SLEEP.
So, eight weeks of me and the baby and the pre-schooler trapped in a house together with only the occasional visit or convo with other adults? Sounds like hell on earth.
It's only 14.5 weeks away. That's not a long time. Especially when you break it up by all the events coming up (as I do).
August - taking sweet Silas to Seaworld for one last pre-baby brother trip AND the 3D/4D sonogram
September - Silas 3rd birthday party (and we've reached the Chuck E. Cheese nightmare of a birthday party age). Also, did I mention he's going to be three years old :/
October - my mom is throwing me a baby shower AND Halloween prep AND it's my last month as a mom of one. Last month. Like, I'm going to be having a perpetual panic attack for 31 days AND constantly worrying that I'm going to go into labor
Holy crap!
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| Six Months - gah, it's just pathetic at this point |
"God does not give you more than you can handle," but you guys are going to have so much fun watching my neurosis bloom to its full potential over the next year and a half, aren't ya?
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