Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Marathon Sunday

Hi friends! Remember when I used to blog? Things have been busy around here, and as much as I love what I do, I'm looking forward to summer vacation.

At 34 weeks, the reality that another little being will be joining our household very soon has become very real. I'm stressed out, per usual, about anything and everything that's out of my control. Running is now completely done, and taken over by walks and prenatal yoga.

Last weekend, Jack and I got into the marathon spirit by heading into Burlington to cheer on the runners in the marathon. I won't lie, walking down I started to get a little teary about not running in the race. It doesn't seem like a year ago that we were here. Once we saw our favorite runners, my mom, Tom, and new marathoner Melissa!!!, any jealousy I had went away (well, most of it). Jack was an excellent cheerleader, yelling "Go!" and ringing cowbells on Church Street. I think Marathon Sunday in Burlington is one of my favorite days of the year.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

3 AM

I am usually one to hate the quotes and inspirational messages posted all over Pinterest, but today I saw this and I love it. Lately I've been feeling really worried about having a new baby in the house again. I like my sleep, and am worried about all those sleepless nights that are inevitably to come.

But then again, some of my best memories from when Jack was a newborn are the ones from the middle of the night. Midnight feedings, cuddled up on the couch in his room, getting to know each other. Those nights create such a bond between mama and baby, I wouldn't trade them for anything.

Sick Day

I'm home from work today with a sick baby. Adam's mom, Grammy, usually watches Jack on Wednesdays, and although she is more than capable of taking care of him when he's sick (much more capable than me, actually- she's a nurse), I couldn't bear to leave him. He wasn't feeling well yesterday, either, and he was just waking up when I was leaving for work and I could hear him calling "Mommy!" from the crib as I walked out the door. It broke my heart.

It's hard to believe it was a year ago we were dealing with this. I'll never forget when one of the ER nurses told me that she loves the cuddles she gets from her kids when they're sick. I just kept thinking, I'd rather have a healthy baby. Or maybe I'm just spoiled, I get snuggles when he feels fine.

I knew last night that I would be staying home with him today, unless for some reason he miraculously felt better this morning. And even though I knew school would be fine without me, I couldn't help but feel guilty for calling in sick. Jack saw the doctor today and they want to see him again tomorrow if the fever doesn't break by morning.
In pregnancy news, I met with a doctor yesterday for my 30 week appointment. We had the VBAC talk, and as of now, it looks like something I'm a good candidate for. The big factor is the baby's size, if we have another ten pound baby on our hands, it's definitely not going to happen. Weight gain and measurements are right on track, so right now everything looks good.
I think it's time to start pulling the baby stuff out of storage and install the carseat. And get Jack out of the crib. It's a little overwhelming thinking of everything that has to be done before the baby arrives, but I know it will happen.