I can't help but feel like a countdown clock is ticking away in relation to my uterus. It's the end of June. I can say that because it's the 22nd and that is more towards the end than the middle or beginning (sound logic, find it here) and I've got roughly 2.5 more months of these extended nap times to enjoy before it's back to sore boobies and spending all day with my shirt pulled up.
Haha!
I said boobies.
Also, I was right about the 2 year molars, saw one peeking through today. Turns even when I don't know crap about something I can still be a mothering savant. There is hope for us all.
Here's this, taken on Father's Day:
Because gang signs, white boys, and fatherhood go hand in hand.
Getting back to my ticking uterus, life is going to get so much more crazy in September, at least that's what I keep working myself up about. It's like I have these voices arguing in my head. One says "FREAK OUT", the other says "RELAX", and then a third one pipes in and says "ENJOY YOURSELF WHILE YOU CAN!", and then a fourth one adds "FEED ME NOW". It's all very confusing and you can see how emotionally, I am in no state to do anything other than obey the fourth voice. It's amazing I don't look like Shamu's long lost sister, yet.
The thing about the ticking is that even though it might get urgent at times, it's never been ominous in an "oh holy crap what are we in for?" sort of way. When I'm lucid I realize that two are indeed better than one and that this is all going to be awesome, maybe not all the time but in the big picture view, you know? Besides, with my abilities to harness all the powers of the secret, this kid is going to come out sleeping 8 hours and eating like a chow hound. It can happen, yes it can.
So I guess I should just put that ticking on the back burner and go rustle up some dinner.
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That gang sign looks like he's saying "West Side," to which I ask: of what?
Ah, freak out!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqupk71a-O0
That fourth voice knows what it's talking about.
Relax, my dear, because two is better than one (just like four is better than two in our case although, wait...the jury may still be out on that one). Enjoy eating for two because when you try to do it two years after you stop nursing your infant it doesn't work as well weight-wise. I've tried it.
I remember my colossal holy crap/freak out moment came when my second baby was about ten hours old and my husband had taken our other baby (18 mos) home for the day. I'd had a section, and I couldn't get out of bed very easily, and the baby was screaming in his little bassinet, I couldn't get to him fast enough because I'D BEEN SLICED IN TWO EARLIER IN THE DAY..and, well, I cried for a moment about what the hell I'd gotten myself into, and then I got up and fed the baby since that's what we moms do.
And then there was the time shortly thereafter that I went to WalMart with my gigantic venous lactating babyfeeder hanging out the front of my button-down shirt because I was tired and forgot to put it away. Because putting it away was just pointless for so many reasons. :) It's so funny to think about it now!
first, i'm dying over natalie's walmart experience! so, so funny!
second, go with the fourth voice {for now}.
save the freaking out for later...
plenty of time for that.
In my soul, I knew Van was going to be a perfect infant. Our lives at the time were ridiculous, Ethan having surgery and all. But I just knew that he was going to be a dream. And I was right. So if this baby is going to be like you said, he will.
I am going to e-mail you about feeding you some tri-tip.
We are all about gang signs at our house... except we have some Asian living here... so I guess we can technically be part of the asian mafia... Or maybe we will just be ninjas...
Or boring.
My kids are 2 years apart. I don't regret a second of it. And after number 2 got his night and days in order... it wasn't so bad at all.
You'll be great! Andy and I had our freak out moments (especially after finding out TWINS!!-really, we cried for days, maybe a week) and then remember our freak out with Charlie and how it just all works out. Cliche-yes! But it really does. You'll be tired again and have to hold your hands over your nappers in the shower again because the water pressure kills your new milk jugs, but the love in your house just multiplies and it's so wonderful.
I'm stopping now--it's getting too mushy in here.
Not to change the subject, but Nub's got the sweetest mug ever. Did you use The Secret on his face, or did you just trust in great genes?
Oh, I must say I don't miss being pregnant in the summer.(i've paid my dues with 2 september babies)But...you look fab Kalli!
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