I went to the Twin Cities this weekend to spend time with one of my favorite people in the world. It’s hard to believe that my friend, Rachel of To Hab & To Hold, and I have only known each other for two years. She’s one of those people that I feel like I’ve known forever.
Baby Jo wanted to walk to the car on her own. C proudly took her hand and they walked down the hall together. I hung back a little and simply admired the sweetness of their friendship.
The kids and I recently got to hang out with two of my favorite ladies, then they “mommy”-napped me for a night out!
It’s wonderful to have people in your life who you know will be there forever. It had been a long time since we’d seen each other, but it felt like no time had passed at all.
I had the pleasure of having a kids-free weekend with one of my best friends, Rachel (To Hab & To Hold). It was Hubster’s annual camping weekend with his high school friends and my in-laws agreed to watch our kids so that we could both have a very much needed weekend with our friends.
So, uh, remember that time at the end of June when I had a birthday? I forgot to write about the awesome weekend that Hubster and I had!
Do you ever get into a rut, where you’re so focused on the responsibilities in life that you don’t take the time to have some fun? After Baby Jo arrived in late April and I was trying to figure out my new role as a mother of two, I definitely got into that rut. Maybe that rut even started when I was so sick while pregnant with her. I’m not sure, but I knew that Hubster and I weren’t being silly and laughing with each other as much as we used to. I told him that I wanted to spend a weekend with him over my birthday so that we could just focus on being us – not mother, father, employee, cleaner of all the messes…just us.
I’m 25 weeks along in pregnancy number two and I’m starting to get a little nervous about history repeating itself.
I’m better prepared this time. I will be setting up an appointment with my psychiatrist to start medication before delivering Baby Deuce, to prevent the major hormonal drop that I experienced last time. I have established a therapist. I know what to expect.
In the past year, I’ve made awesome connections with some really amazing women in the blogosphere. One of my 30 Before 30 goals was to meet one of them in person.
I met a fellow Mamavation Sista back in August. I had just pledged to the Mamavation Sistahood and realized that Rachel (@rachhabs, To Hab & To Hold) lives about 2 hours from me, and only about 40 minutes from my parents. We met up for lunch with our kids, and I knew right away that the woman was flippin’ awesome.
One of my best friends from college, who actually was the maid of honor in my wedding, lives in our new city. We decided to meet up yesterday at the local wildlife sanctuary so that C could enjoy the animals. It was so awesome to see her again after two years, and C loved her! He let L carry him around to check out all the animals.
Hubster and I are absolutely loving being back in our home state. We’ve been able to catch up with many family members and friends. We joke that in one month of living here, we’ve had more visitors than in the two years that we lived in a neighboring state!
Last night, we celebrated my friend’s bachelorette party and it was a blast! I’ve known L and her fiance, J, since college. J was Hubster’s roommate for two years, before they both got involved in residence life. L, J, Hubster and I used to have a couple’s night about once per week. It was so much fun, and we all became very good friends. L and J are one of the few non-blood-relatives in my life that I know would be there for me no matter what. Life could take a million big shits on my face and they’d still be hanging around with their noses plugged.
We’ve all had friendships end. Some end abruptly with an argument, others simply fade. The ones that fade can be as difficult as the ones that end dramatically.
A couple friendships that I once held dear seem to have faded away. I don’t know how it happened, and I can’t recall when it started. I’ve tried to reach out, even when the idea of putting myself out there was terrifying. I didn’t know what to say or where to start. A text wasn’t returned. A Facebook post was ignored. A birthday gave me the opportunity to leave a voicemail.
Sometimes it makes me sad that we live far away from our family and close friends. I wish that we could just jump in the car and attend every birthday party, life event, holiday or random get-together. We thought a six-hour drive was difficult when we moved here…but then we had C, and it is exponentially more difficult. There is so much stuff to pack and plan for, and the drive is so much longer with him. He hates being confined to his carseat, forcing us to make numerous stops and endure his loud protests. PPD and 6-7+ hours in a car with an angry baby do NOT mix.
Okay, that title sounds rather conceited; but I’ve realized something needs to change after I’ve put everyone and everything before myself for so long. There are a few things that I want to focus on this year that have been neglected.
I will focus on maintaining healthy habits. While everyone in the world resolves to lose weight and/or get fit in the New Year, this resolution is more about overall health. In 2011, I did not recognize my PPD symptoms because I didn’t make time for myself. If I had delegated any of my time to my own needs, perhaps I would have noticed the signs before my PPD had become so severe. In 2012, I will budget daily time for myself – whether that be in the form of exercise, relaxation or a nap (or a little of each!).
Oh, the days when we could hop in the car, drive for an hour and arrive at our family’s holiday celebration. Those were the days. Life was so simple. The holidays were so easy. This will be the second year that we’re taking a 5-7 hour road trip (depending on traffic, weather and baby) to spend two weeks living out of a suitcase, splitting time between families and friends. We’re holiday nomads.
C would like to thank all of his wonderful family and friends. His mama went through his 9-month wardrobe today and is starting the process of washing it. She was quite surprised by his extensive 9-month and 12-month clothing selection. Shocked might be a more appropriate word.
I heard via the wonderful world of Facebook yesterday that my friend was in the hospital to have her baby! Maybe having C made me a softie, but now whenever a friend of mine announces a pregnancy or has a child, I get teary-eyed. It’s a mixture of happiness, nostalgia from a flash of fun memories and excitement because I know the joy she’s about to experience.
*Insert Relaxed Sigh Here*
We went to visit family and friends over the holiday weekend and just got home!
I love getting home after being away. Anything longer than a 7-day trip gets a bit exhausting. We LOVE seeing all of our family and friends and fill as many time slots on our schedule as possible. But it’s difficult not having your own bed, bathroom, kitchen…your own routine in general – especially for C! Hubster and I are both people who need a little alone time to be able to function at 100%.
In the months since I found out that I was expecting, several of my friends have also announced their pregnancies. I can’t even begin to say how excited I am for each of them! We live out of state, so I usually find out via email and inevitably end up letting out a squeal of delight when they tell me their news. I’ve pondered my excitement and decided that it stems from two places.
For several months, we were uber excited to have NYE plans with some of our bestest of friends. It would be about 5 months since we’d last seen them, and the hubster and I have no plans to make the long haul back to visit before the baby is born…so it would probably be another 6 months before we would see them again.