You know, the one where the current little one senses a change is coming, but doesn't know what to expect at all and decides, in the lack of knowledge, to not let mama out of his sight for sure and preferably his arms. He and I took a nap together in the nursing mother's room at church this morning after he clung to me all through worship.
It doesn't help that his favorite person in the whole, wide world (aka "Daddy") has returned to work and isn't here to be at his beck and call all day. It also doesn't help that he's thisclose to walking but doesn't think he can do it yet (he totally could) so he wants to but he's scared to. And it helps even less that he was sick all last week.
I know this will pass and I'm trying to relish every moment of it knowing that all too soon he won't be the baby anymore. As a matter of fact, as I rocked him this morning, I thought to myself, sadly, that it may very well be the last time I get to rock him to sleep...it's been a rarity for me (not daddy) for a while anyway, but with a new baby to take care of, I'm sure snuggles will be even more limited.
Still, I'd like to vacuum, pee, eat, or SOMETHING without having to hold or carry him (because carrying him is getting really, really hard between the head in my ribs, the round ligament pain, the big belly, and the sciatica).