I am getting so ridiculously excited! Feeling a bit of movement is imminent and I was pretty sure I had a little last night. Oh, and I’m pretty sure that picking a name will make me insane. I’ve got quite the list and it’s only getting crazier by the second. Like. Our kid will never get named at this point.
I have had an odd few days without John home. Things have gone smoothly… almost too smoothly. This realization makes me wonder exactly why my husband’s absence = baby fed, bathed, and put to bed early/on time + more housework completed. Maybe he insists that I relax? I’m blogging, aren’t I? Maybe my idea of relaxing feels more productive than watching tv. I definitely have to resist purchasing anything that I stumble across whilst browsing interesting sites. I miss him.
I’ve also determined that teething turns sweet boys into MONSTERS. Whiny, bored, and easily frustrated little people who say “Up pease” only to immediately scream and demand to be put down. P-a-t-i-e-n-c-e.
Crankiness does not diminish Rowan’s cuteness at bedtime though. He’s still a charming little snugglebug if you give him his “blanket” and a book. I cried in the middle of “Wherever You Are.” What a sweet and heartfelt book! The section, “So if you’re ever lonely…” just brought on a full-out melt down. The entire thing is just such a sweetly versed testament to how much I love my little Peanut. (I am going to stick the author’s other three books on his next birthday wishlist. Or next baby wishlist. Did I mention the artwork is also beautiful? Very realistic style, just how I like it.)
Someone remind me to attach a belly picture in the future.