One set of grandparents is here.
This baby is now cleared for take-off on account of having the easier logistics in place.
Also, on account of my not wanting to wake up 6-7 times to use the bathroom for much longer.
(prepping for baby, yadda yadda yadda)
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Friday, November 30, 2012
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
A Day in the Life...
Of a lazy JRT. Now I know what Daisy does all day when we're at work.
Sorry to disturbe you there.
Sorry to disturbe you there.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
The Truth Is....
The truth is?
I'm scared schizzles about the newborn phase hitting again with full force like it did last time.
I'm a fairly decent mom, but the newborn phase?
I'm just no good at it.
I need sleep. I can't exist without sleep. I start losing my brain and my ration and my sensible thoughts when I'm not sleeping enough. I over think, I over react, I get miserable and I'm just in general a big ol crankpants.
And Robbie? He was amazing. Slept through the night before any baby should, frankly. We were spoiled.
And now? Are we seriously somewhere between 12 hours and 6 days away from doing this all over again? With a 15 month old? An active, walking, opinionated 15 month old who has no idea that his apple cart is about to be turned over? A 15 month old that we have NO WAY to prepare for the fake that his whole world is about to change?
My mom, who is a schmoopy Grandma, asked a few weeks ago if I'm scared my heart won't have the capacity to handle the love for both.
Honestly? I just don't operate like that.
I'm not guided by schmoop or emotions or thinking about emotional capacity, or dealing with emotional capacity.
I live in the tangibles of life.
Always have.
The tangible that I'm remembering? The PTSD of the first few months. The not knowing when it was going to get better, and how it was going to get better.
It did get better. Way better.
But was it PPD, or being a first time Mom, or is this something that everyone goes through? I don't know.
I just remember struggling mightily until the zazoo (see zazoo here: http://palmettobaby.blogspot.com/2011/10/zazoo.html ) and carrying a load of "OMG, I'm the worst person ever for going through all the angst and work and money to get pregnant and I'm not even enjoying this time.
Is my perspective better going into BE2?
I'd like to think so.
I'd like to HOPE I don't obsess about feeding and weight checks and what all the other Moms are doing and just go with what I have learned over the last 15 months in knowing that being a good parent is about doing what works best for you, the baby, and your family.
But who knows.
The truth is, I just need to remember the getting better and not the I-am-in-the-throws-of-holy-hell-what-am-I-doing-who-gave-me-a-baby-ness.
Remind me of that over the next two months.
Please?
Cause the truth is... it gets better.
Way better.
I'm scared schizzles about the newborn phase hitting again with full force like it did last time.
I'm a fairly decent mom, but the newborn phase?
I'm just no good at it.
I need sleep. I can't exist without sleep. I start losing my brain and my ration and my sensible thoughts when I'm not sleeping enough. I over think, I over react, I get miserable and I'm just in general a big ol crankpants.
And Robbie? He was amazing. Slept through the night before any baby should, frankly. We were spoiled.
And now? Are we seriously somewhere between 12 hours and 6 days away from doing this all over again? With a 15 month old? An active, walking, opinionated 15 month old who has no idea that his apple cart is about to be turned over? A 15 month old that we have NO WAY to prepare for the fake that his whole world is about to change?
My mom, who is a schmoopy Grandma, asked a few weeks ago if I'm scared my heart won't have the capacity to handle the love for both.
Honestly? I just don't operate like that.
I'm not guided by schmoop or emotions or thinking about emotional capacity, or dealing with emotional capacity.
I live in the tangibles of life.
Always have.
The tangible that I'm remembering? The PTSD of the first few months. The not knowing when it was going to get better, and how it was going to get better.
It did get better. Way better.
But was it PPD, or being a first time Mom, or is this something that everyone goes through? I don't know.
I just remember struggling mightily until the zazoo (see zazoo here: http://palmettobaby.blogspot.com/2011/10/zazoo.html ) and carrying a load of "OMG, I'm the worst person ever for going through all the angst and work and money to get pregnant and I'm not even enjoying this time.
Is my perspective better going into BE2?
I'd like to think so.
I'd like to HOPE I don't obsess about feeding and weight checks and what all the other Moms are doing and just go with what I have learned over the last 15 months in knowing that being a good parent is about doing what works best for you, the baby, and your family.
But who knows.
The truth is, I just need to remember the getting better and not the I-am-in-the-throws-of-holy-hell-what-am-I-doing-who-gave-me-a-baby-ness.
Remind me of that over the next two months.
Please?
Cause the truth is... it gets better.
Way better.
Monday, November 26, 2012
Threads
BE2 will definitely have enough clothes. Between the sprinkle and Aunt Em's hand me downs, we are all set for the first year.
0-6 months are sorted, hung, put away, and ready to go.
6-12 months had to be put away under the crib.
0-6 months are sorted, hung, put away, and ready to go.
6-12 months had to be put away under the crib.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Furniture / Turbo Nesting / Thanksgiving / Rivalry weekend football
A report from the front lines!
I can now report success on the furniture front. After a battle royal with the (some assembly required my behind) dresser drawers, getting the twin bed up stairs and the bed frame put together, getting the non-rocking chair and ottoman moved and Susann putting away all of the clothes away I believe we can declare victory in nursery #2.
On Wednesday morning of last week I woke up at 6:30am to an empty bed. Turns out Susann had been up since 4:00am washing clothes and doing other things that a woman who is 38 weeks pregnant does. I call that TURBO NESTING. I do my best to keep myself and Robbie out of the way.
We had a wonderful Thanksgiving with the Speeds. Great fellowship, amazing food and excellent beer made for a great evening and we got a couple of days of leftovers out of it as well. A huge thanks to the Speeds.
Last but not least I would be remiss if I did not express my depression over the Tigers loss to the SC. Sad but we have so much to be thankful for that I am able to put this painful event behind me - sort of.
The next time I write I could be the Father of baby #2. Please keep us in your prayers.
I can now report success on the furniture front. After a battle royal with the (some assembly required my behind) dresser drawers, getting the twin bed up stairs and the bed frame put together, getting the non-rocking chair and ottoman moved and Susann putting away all of the clothes away I believe we can declare victory in nursery #2.
On Wednesday morning of last week I woke up at 6:30am to an empty bed. Turns out Susann had been up since 4:00am washing clothes and doing other things that a woman who is 38 weeks pregnant does. I call that TURBO NESTING. I do my best to keep myself and Robbie out of the way.
We had a wonderful Thanksgiving with the Speeds. Great fellowship, amazing food and excellent beer made for a great evening and we got a couple of days of leftovers out of it as well. A huge thanks to the Speeds.
Last but not least I would be remiss if I did not express my depression over the Tigers loss to the SC. Sad but we have so much to be thankful for that I am able to put this painful event behind me - sort of.
The next time I write I could be the Father of baby #2. Please keep us in your prayers.
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