The boy's routine seems to be settling down. He's getting tired earlier. The 8:30 bedtime is easier to do. He just goes off to bed quietly and happy - no more tiptoeing around. I just laughed aloud while watching 30 Rock and heard him echoing me in his room. He's not upset that we're up without him. This is great - because in a month and a half or two, he's going to have to adjust to the new baby. Or rather, the new baby's got to adjust to him. As long as we have some sort of schedule, the baby will fall into some part of it at least.
He's also going down for nap a little easier in the afternoon. We had two or three days where he skipped his naps and I got scared, but he was in some type of pain for those days.
I'm getting so bored, and boring. It's almost here, but not close enough. I'm a one-track mind right now. All I'm interested in is babies. And it's hard to talk to people who aren't interested in babies. It's actually hard to talk to anybody who doesn't have children at all because they have no idea how your life changes once you've had them. I know that they are going to grow up and one day I'll get my life back, but it looks like that's at least a year and a half away for me. When the next baby is off the boob, sleeping in his own crib and walking, I'll be able to see the light, but not yet. Also, it's frustrating to watch people who you know and love bang their heads upon the same rocks, when you're banging your head on new rocks daily. I screw up, I get lost and frustrated, but it's a least a change. It's not the same problems from my 20's dressing up as something new.
This is all new territory for me too. I hadn't realized it until my mother in law pointed it out - I've never been up and walking around at this point in a pregnancy. Last time, I'd sort of given in to the boredom because I had no choice. I was stuck on a sofa. This time, I can do stuff, but it's so limiting because I get SO tired.
My husband needs a new computer. I hate to change the subject, but I hear him throwing his mouse and slamming his computer keyboard in the other room. He's a great dstroyer of computers. Has a skill. Next computer is going to be a mac - he can't screw that up. I might have to give up on the double jogging stroller just to be able to afford the computer - it'd give me more peace than hearing him have fits with his malfunctioning computer. Next time, he's getting a mac mini, I'll max out the RAM, and make an operating system backup the first week after everything is installed. That way if it ever freaks out, he can just boot up from the backup and it'll run like new. Insta-fix. Macs aren't perfect, they are just easier to deal with in case of disaster as long as you have a good clone backup.
I'm readying things. I've done a lot of baby laundry, I've started my hospital bag, but I've yet to clear out space in the living room for the baby swings. We're getting Myles a new chair and table and we'll probably boot the picnic table outside. We might have to relocate the dog cages and put the baby swing there. I hope the new baby isn't as swing dependent as Myles was. He could only sleep in the swing or the stroller. I foresee a lot of stroller walks again. They were so great for my health and sanity. And in the first few months, I'd feel better taking Cole out for a walk than to a playdate.
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