My post is kinda jumbled today. Apologies.
Well, I am surviving at my inlaws! Husband arrives on Monday
- CAN'T FRICKEN WAIT. This is the longest we've been apart since we were married -hello cross atlantic long distance relationship survivors- but this is extra torture considering I am at his parents house where we lived while they were overseas. I wonder what changes in the babe he will find!
My back is starting to ache. I kinda had to roll my eyes at the recent baby in the bucket thread on here because right now I'd kill for one.
* I would have thought that MIL and FIL would want to hold their first granchild any moment they had free hands, or you know, help a mama change a diaper , but no way Jose (not even one diaper change and I've been here over two weeks). They had friends over today and she was all holding the baby being super grandma but as soon as she was ready to start eating she handed him back to me because there is no possible way she
could eat AND hold the baby (100% of the time I eat holding him). I looked for a second hand baby chair that will serve us for this visit, but there was nothing to be found. Seriously I love holding my squishy, ten kilos of pure love baby, but my back needs a bit of a break.
Deep breath /rant over/
Vacation baby is doing great! He has eaten sand and numerous friends fingers (and one nose
), had sand on his face and hasn't complained, nursed all over, been to numerous bars and restaurants and probably a million other things. He is so adaptable to any situation! I had a table of women 'sign up' for a baby just like him.
Next year I think I am just gonna sunbathe topless. It is getting frustrating to repeatedly pull breasts out of their place, replace, adjust. So ya, next year with hopefully
faded strech marks I'll be taking the easy way out.
I feel like I am on a mom high ever since giving birth. It feels like I see the world with rose colored glasses. Everytime I look at my son I just want to scream from the rooftops how much I love him. I get big goofy smiles and melt into a pile of goo when he smiles, laughs back at me, or even looks my way. Seriously, does this go on forever? Did I get some sort of weird anti-arch-nemesis of PPD?
Hey Lauren, I am so curious about the stroller/carseat situation! What happened in the end?
Aramat - were you talking about how isolated you felt living abroad and not speaking the language thing recently or was that just a dream? I totally get you. I really need to find something for baby and I to do when we get back to Lyon that will get me speaking more French. I hope life in Portugeuse is going better for you.
* Please understand I don´t condone the use of constant baby bucket use it just wasn´t a well timed thread for me.