I haven’t had time to do more than rub some product in my wet hair, scrunch up my curls and let them air-dry since C was born. That’s four months. Imagine my excitement when I saw Hubster and C sleeping in the recliner yesterday morning. I had time to do my hair! It wasn’t even that my hair looked fabulous when I was done, but more the fact that I was able to take the time to be ALONE and leisurely read a magazine while I did my hair. *sigh* It’s the simple things in life, really.
I’ve mentioned in the past that Hubster has a live-in graduate assistantship. He is a residence hall director and we live in the hall director apartment in a residence hall. There are distinct pros and cons to raising a child in a residence hall. It’s an environment that emphasizes the value of education and diversity. I’m really excited that my son will be growing up understanding how valuable and exciting higher education is. We will have the opportunity to expose him to a diverse group of people, backgrounds and beliefs. There are many students that may not have experienced these things until entering college, but our son will be opened to them from the beginning.
Then there are the downfalls of raising a child in this type of environment. Things such as a surprise fire alarm screeching in the middle of the night and rushing into the cold night air. I can’t WAIT for that, which will inevitably happen this winter. (That reminds me, I should have things prepared to grab when we’re running out the door…) There’s moments like tonight, when C is in the middle of a night feeding and is startled by a young man shouting the F-word in the hall. Right now, he’s young enough not to know what it means, but I dread the day that he starts repeating everything he hears.
I suppose that, as with everything else in life, you take the good with the bad. Hopefully C will somehow manage not to develop an extensive, cringe-worthy vocabulary and instead become a boy who is eager to learn and is open and accepting of all people.
C had his 4-month checkup with his pediatrician today. He showered his nurse and doctor with smiles until that first immunization needle poked his thigh. He’s 13 pounds, 12 ounces and 25 inches long. His weight percentile actually decreased from his last well-child appointment, but we pretty much saw that one coming!
After the shots were over, we cuddled him and fed him a bottle and he quickly recovered. He spent most of the day sleeping in my arms, but in his wakeful moments he was quite happy.
So glad another round of vaccines is over!
I had the most fabulous Sunday. C slept until SEVEN O’CLOCK! This is huge – he’s been getting up between 5 and 6:30. I had the opportunity to bask in the glow of his smiles before heading over to the gym, where I started doing the Couch to 5k! Since I’ve been working out for weeks, I’m starting on Week 3 (2 minutes of walking, 1 minute of running for 24-30 total minutes). It amazes me how your body gets used to the workouts that you typically do, because running was HARD! I haven’t done any running since C was born.
When I came home, Hubster was out for a walk with C. I decided to make french toast. Cooking, sipping coffee and reading a magazine was SO relaxing! I’ve never made french toast before, but it turned out AMAZING! We had fresh cardamom bread that we purchased at the local Farmer’s Market yesterday. Here’s my recipe creation:
1 cup half and half
4 Tbsp butter, softened
dash of cinnamon
dash of vanilla extract
8 pieces of whatever type of bread that your heart desires
Combine ingredients in a mixing bowl and whisk until smooth. Dip piece of bread in mixture, saturating both sides. Place two pieces in a large frying pan and cook on medium-low heat until browned (about 2-3 minutes per side). Serve immediately or keep warm on a baking sheet in oven at 200 degrees. Serve with maple syrup.
Earlier this week, I posted about how C has been growing like a weed. I really thought I could still get two more weeks out of the bigger sleepers and onesies. No such luck!
I reluctantly packed away all of C’s 3-month onesies and sleepers, along with his newborn and 0-3 month clothes. It’s so sad to look at those adorable little outfits and fold them up one last time before putting them in a storage bin. My little boy is getting big!
Hubster and I measured him tonight. Who knows if they’ll take the time to stretch out his legs at the doctor’s office next week, but by our measurements C is 26 inches long! That’s the limit of his infant carseat! I’m glad that I brought back our convertible carseat when I visited my parents this month (they kindly store things for us when we don’t have space!).
On another note, the 6-month sleepers are SO wide on C. It looks kind of funny. He is such a skinny baby. In fact, we noticed today that C has rock hard abs from all of his kicking and squirming. I’ve never seen a baby that doesn’t have a soft, pudgy belly! Silly kid.
There’s nothing that I love more about social media than the ability to reconnect with old friends. I’ve been able to keep in touch with several of them, but there’s one that really touched my heart tonight.
Maybe two years ago or more, I became Facebook friends with one of my best friends from middle school whom I hadn’t spoken with in many years. We didn’t interact much on Facebook at the time. A year ago, she got married and I was elated for her. I remember looking through her pictures excitedly and commenting with congratulations. We soon discovered that we were both expecting in April. How crazy is that?! It was fun to congratulate each other. Then we found out that we were both having boys! Her son was born a few weeks before C, and I love looking at all of the pictures she posts of him and her older son. They are adorable and look like such a happy, fun family.
Tonight, thanks to the lovely world of Facebook Chat, we “talked” for the first time in a long time! It made my heart smile to see that this friend who had been my basketball teammate, Spice Girl dancing buddy, New Year’s Eve bonfire pal and so much more is doing so well. There is no way to measure how much time we spent chatting about boys “back in the day.” I’m glad we both snagged a good one.
Love you, girl! Can’t wait to get together with you – hopefully sometime in the near future.
It was one year ago today that I woke up at 6am and decided to take a pregnancy test. I was about to join a boot camp fitness team with three other grad students. I hadn’t been feeling quite right and my period was late (although with PCOS, the latter part was not abnormal), so I thought I would make sure that I wasn’t pregnant before I spent $75 on boot camp.
Taking the test was more of a formality for me. I really didn’t expect to be pregnant. A month before, I had been diagnosed with PCOS and was told that it would be difficult for me to conceive.
I remember getting impatient waiting for the results. It was pretty early and I really wanted to go back to bed. Then that second pink line started to appear. Uh-oh. It was very faint. What does this mean?! I frantically looked at the instructions, only to find what I already suspected. ANY second line, faint or not, means you’re pregnant, honey. OH. MY. DEAR. LORD.
I bounded out of the bathroom yelling Hubster’s name. He was still asleep, so my frantic yells for him were a bit startling. ”WHAT?!”
“Look at this. There’s two lines. I just took the pregnancy test and there’s two lines. What does that mean?!”
Hubster walked into the bathroom to look at the test. ”Well, it says here that if there’s two lines then you’re pregnant.” I met his words with a look of shock and horror. Much to my dismay, Hubster walked back to bed and was about to go back to sleep.
Me: “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
Hubster: “Well, you’re pregnant. I might as well get some sleep.”
Me: “WHAT??!?!” Seeing that he really intended to go back to sleep even though I just discovered that I was PREGNANT, I got a bit upset. ”We’re not going to talk about this?”
Hubster: “What’s there to talk about? You’re pregnant.”
Even though Hubster was very nonchalant at first, we both had to make huge emotional adjustments over the next few months as we came to terms with how our lives were about to change in a way that we didn’t anticipate happening for several years. We were both 23 and had just moved to a new state, where Hubster was starting a live-in graduate assistantship. We had both just finished our first week of graduate school, where we were in the same program and classes. I wasn’t thrilled about my graduate assistantship and was hesitant about starting graduate school, but I was super excited about us graduating with our Master’s degrees together. It was such a fun thought that filled me with pride and excitement. We were planning on starting a family after we both worked in our professional positions for a couple of years. This was not at all in the plan.
I would venture to say that I had a much more difficult adjustment than Hubster did. Between weeks 5-14, I had the most terrible morning sickness that ended up being diagnosed as hyperemesis. I only vomited once, but I dry heaved so much that I spent the majority of my day hovering over the toilet or a bucket. It was nearly impossible to eat or drink anything. I was forced to drop a class that was heavily attendance-based. Unable to pick up another class, I had to withdraw from school. That also ended my graduate assistantship. Within six weeks, I went from starting a new job and grad school to being constantly ill and not having any school or work. That was really rough. It wasn’t until week 14 of my pregnancy that the doctor found something to help me, Zofran. I really wish I had found it sooner!
Regardless of how difficult our journey has been this past year, I am now blessed with this beautiful, complex, wonderful child that fills me with joy (and despair at times!). I’m a stay-at-home mom a few years earlier than I thought I would be. But C is here now, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
And now I get to look at this sweet little face every day:
Our local MOMS Club has organized a workout club to train for a 5k at the end of October. I haven’t joined the MOMS Club yet, but now I plan to! It sounds like we’ll be using an adaptation of the Couch to 5k program to prepare. One of my personal fitness goals has always been to complete a 5k. I won’t be concerned with my time, I just want to cross that finish line!
I read a blog today over at the fabulous marriagemotherhoodandmadness about sanity-saving activities. We definitely have some in common (Keeping Up With the Kardashians!). Here is my list of things that keep me sane throughout the day/week (and here is marriagemotherhoodandmadness‘ list!)
1. Exercising. If I have time to go to the gym, that’s the ultimate form of stress relief for me. I take an hour to myself to just watch tv or listen to music while I work out. I always leave feeling refreshed.
2. Watching trashy tv. My favorite is “Keeping Up With the Kardashians.” I love them. I often wonder if they do certain things just because the cameras are there, but I love them nonetheless. My two favs are Khloe, who in my opinion doesn’t change at all for the cameras, and Bruce, who seems like such a genuine family man. Their lives are just so…easy…that I love to watch.
3. Social media. Chatting with friends, reading other mom blogs or writing on my own blog helps me to feel connected. Being a SAHM is rather isolating and it’s nice to stay connected even if it is through the internet.
Those are my top three! I’m pretty sure that without them, I might go crazy. Thanks for inspiring me, Mia!
Have you Facebook users noticed this new feature that displays your status from one or two years ago in the right sidebar? It’s pretty cool to see what you were thinking on that day one or two years prior. Today was pretty interesting…
Status on this day in 2010: “Cannot BELIEVE we start grad school TOMORROW. Why did I get myself into this?!”
Lesson learned: To effectively get out of doing something, get pregnant, contract wildly horrible morning sickness, be rendered unable to go to said thing, then have splendid baby who will fill you with joy.
I put a 6-month onesie on C for the first time today – and the length fits perfectly! I’ve noticed that the Carter’s onesies are made for tall and skinny babies, so they have been perfect for C. All of the other 3-6 month onesies are SO wide on him.
C’s outfit today consists of a 6-month onesie and 0-3 month pants! I think he’s going to be the tall, lanky kid in school.