Cake, insomnia, laundry and p**-p**
Oh, it's a pirate's life for me! I've failed to post anything lately, and that's because we've been on the go. The reality that we are less than 21 days from the baby's birth prompted us to go into hyper mode. So we've all been keeping very busy with activities we can't do for a long time after the birth. So we went out on a date and we went to Crater Lake with some work friends. I baked a German Chocolate cake (box cake, but scratch frosting), I canned peaches for the new baby, and we went to Husband's last baseball game. We've done laundry for an army (how did we get so many clothes?) and I've made some good meals that went in the freezer for after the baby arrives. I went commando grocery shopping (almost sent me into labor) and last night I made the very best gravy of my life. I bought a Costco chicken before we went to the mall so my girl could play in the free toddler play area so it was easy to make dinner when we got home. I then floured some zuchinni and cooked it on the stove top. When that was done I put the chicken gravy in the pan with some white wine, butter and then about a Tablespoon of half and half. Oh my, when the pan deglazed and I added the cream...it was heavenly. So, so so SO good. The best combo ever for gravy and instant mashed potatoes. I felt like Martha for a few moments there.
What else? Oh, the baby continues his slow decent to the nearest and only exit. So my back is really taking the brunt of it and sleeping has become difficult at best. I wake up many times every night, and I am sure it is preparation for the night feedings. I am still working on getting everything ready for our transition and just yesterday I got my girl's clothes updated and put the old ones away (in case we have another girl after this baby). So I can honestly tell my husband, "Just grab something out of her dresser." when he needs to get her dressed. I assume this time I will send him home at night from the hospital so he and our girl can be together and get some sleep in their own beds. Since I have a little button I can push everytime I need some help, husband doesn't need to be there. He needs his sleep (though he might argue that point :)) so I want him to sleep at home. Besides, the hospital is only about 12 blocks away from the house. It's not like it's in another state.
And now about the p**-p**. The other night I got the girl out of the b@th and I left her diaper off for a little while. She was running around upstairs while I was in my room sorting clothes on the bed. It was kind of warm, so I thought she would be ok without her pj's. Well, she was in her room for a little bit and then she comes to me in my room with her arm outstretched, something in hand.
"Mom!"
"Yes honey." Still sorting clothes.
"Mom."
"What honey?" I looked down and I thought, "Wait, did Daddy leave out some candy? I thought I only bought fruity Tootsy Rolls..." Then it dawns on me. "What is that?"
"P**-p**."
"OH! Oh my! Can you show me where the rest of the p**-p** is?"
She takes my hand and we stop by the bathroom for baby wipes and then go dispose of the rest. She was so proud she came and told me. That's the last time I will let her go "au nautral" for a while.
What else? Oh, the baby continues his slow decent to the nearest and only exit. So my back is really taking the brunt of it and sleeping has become difficult at best. I wake up many times every night, and I am sure it is preparation for the night feedings. I am still working on getting everything ready for our transition and just yesterday I got my girl's clothes updated and put the old ones away (in case we have another girl after this baby). So I can honestly tell my husband, "Just grab something out of her dresser." when he needs to get her dressed. I assume this time I will send him home at night from the hospital so he and our girl can be together and get some sleep in their own beds. Since I have a little button I can push everytime I need some help, husband doesn't need to be there. He needs his sleep (though he might argue that point :)) so I want him to sleep at home. Besides, the hospital is only about 12 blocks away from the house. It's not like it's in another state.
And now about the p**-p**. The other night I got the girl out of the b@th and I left her diaper off for a little while. She was running around upstairs while I was in my room sorting clothes on the bed. It was kind of warm, so I thought she would be ok without her pj's. Well, she was in her room for a little bit and then she comes to me in my room with her arm outstretched, something in hand.
"Mom!"
"Yes honey." Still sorting clothes.
"Mom."
"What honey?" I looked down and I thought, "Wait, did Daddy leave out some candy? I thought I only bought fruity Tootsy Rolls..." Then it dawns on me. "What is that?"
"P**-p**."
"OH! Oh my! Can you show me where the rest of the p**-p** is?"
She takes my hand and we stop by the bathroom for baby wipes and then go dispose of the rest. She was so proud she came and told me. That's the last time I will let her go "au nautral" for a while.
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Mike slept at home when I had Belle, and it was a good choice, but a little difficult. I think because I was a c-section and I had such a hard time moving around that first night...I was pretty emotional without him. But, when he arrived fresh in the AM, after dropping Aidan off with Grandma and Grandpa, it was AWESOME! We enjoyed that time together! Thank goodness our guys are so good, anyway!