We’ve had one hell of a year, with all the ups and downs that come with getting married, getting pregnant and having a baby all within eleven months (not super highly recommended, but it has it’s pluses).
The Chop and I did our normal Thanksgiving, one that I’ve been doing, save twice, since I moved out here in 2003. Stay home, sleep in, watch the parade and eat in your pajamas. Before Chop, I would eat pie and drink coffee — then when he moved in, I started cooking. The first year, everything; the next two, just his favorites. Last year my family was here, so we did a big to-do, but this year we scaled down. Our local turkey farm sells fresh, sliced turkey and sides… no cooking, no cleaning and we eat about 15 minutes after we decide we’re ready.
I also didn’t get to sleep in (hello 5AM, you and I are close personal friends these days), but I was in my PJs and the Peanut and I did watch the parade (is it just me, or has it gotten kinda boring?). Later we’re heading down to visit friends and eat pie.
It’s been five Thanksgivings since I got to hang out in bed while eating pie by myself.
But this is definitely better.
We took the Peanut for his first official visit to see Santa this weekend. Unfortunately Santa was outside the entire time, in 35 degree weather, and I was wearing flip-flops. Sigh. The Peanut stayed quite warm, covered in blankets, but momma froze her freaking ass off. You’d think being a parent would mean your judgement improved, but oh no, that would make too much sense.
See, when the basement was ruined and then fixed, all of my shoes were down there. And they are all now covered in ick and I refuse to touch them. So yeah, I gotta go buy some shoes… but I’ve been a little busy (ha ha). So now it’s freezing cold outside and I keep wearing flip-flops because all of my other shoes are no good. What’s really sad is that everyone else had hats, coats, gloves and they were jumping up and down (we waited outside in a line… not the brightest idea) — and I had on a sweater and flip-flops.
Being a parent has fried my brain.
A couple of weeks ago the Chop had gone home for his sister’s wedding, so my parents came out to help me while he was gone. I can’t tell you how necessary that was. Trying to juggle working and a baby is slowly frying my brain. We’re exhausted all the time and work is getting done at about 1/2 the pace it was, which for some clients means I get really annoying emails every day asking if something is ready.
The Chop says I have spoiled them for years, turning work around at a very fast pace (ie, same day) and now they’re squawking about my taking a week to build a site (seriously, come on — a week is too long? bite me).
Before my mom left the Chop and I had our first outing sans baby… for sushi and a Sufjan concert. The sushi was magical and Sufjan was quite good too, but I think I would’ve appreciated it more had I not wanted to curl up and sleep, lol. People tell you about not sleeping, but until you’ve been severely sleep deprived (now for six weeks straight), you really can’t comprehend it.
The Peanut is starting to sleep for longer(ish) stretches — 3.5 hours, woot! — but I would kill for 6-7 hours of straight sleep. He’s had a bad bout of gas the past couple of days (omFg), but I think we’ve moved past those screaming fits (poor kid, you feel bad for him, but you also want to tell him to quiet down, lol). The books say he should spontaneously start sleeping through the night soon. I await that day with great anticipation.
He’s smiling now, though, so that pretty much makes up for everything. 🙂
November 1st, 2010
28
Today I turned 28. Last year on my birthday I knew I’d spend this one married… I didn’t know I’d spend it holding a baby. Who, incidentally, is having a growth spurt today and wants to eat constantly and hardly sleep. Fortunately he smells yummy and is generally adorable, so I don’t mind that my birthday was spent changing diapers, washing bottles and eating takeout while holding a fussbucket. 🙂
In a couple of days the Chop is heading to MN for his sister’s wedding, and while my mom is coming to help while he’s gone (thank god, he’s still only sleeping for two-three hour stretches at night), I’m still not looking forward to it.
The Chop, of course, is excited to get hours and hours of uninterrupted sleep… and so I also hate him just a little bit, lol.
28. I’m really on the downside towards 30 now, sigh.
