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Happy Birthday Jack!!!!

Two Years Ago

Two years ago today I was in labor.  I didn't have a baby on this date two years ago, but I was in labor.

I remember insisting that I drive to the hospital because I wasn't sure when I would be able to drive again.  The streets were empty the morning I had my labor induced.  It all seemed so surreal.  I was driving there pregnant, but I would leave with a baby.  How quickly life changes.

Once everything got started, time didn't make any sense.  When the pain was there, like the four times my epidural fell out, minutes seemed to crawl.  When I was comfortable, hours flew by.  All told, I was in labor for 17 hours and spent 2 1/2 hours trying to push my cranially superior child out of my body.  Eventually, due to his 14 and 3/4 inch head, Jack was born via C-Section on August 31st.

Due to problems with my anesthesia, after all the work trying to deliver the baby, they had to put me completely out for his actual birth and everyone got to see him before I did.  I am still disappointed about that, but I guess the up side is that I see him the most now.  Nonetheless, I told Marty when Teddy was born that if I had to be knocked out again, no one got to see the baby until I did.

Tomorrow will be Jack's 2nd birthday, but today will always be special to me.  It was the day on my calendar that I counted down to.  It was the day I couldn't wait to get here.  It was the day I feared because I was worried about labor.  Today is not the day my baby was born, but it will always be special to me.

Why Is It...

that as soon as you fold the last piece of clothes and your laundry room (including the washer and dryer) are empty for the first time in months, the toddler's diaper explodes during his nap thus creating more laundry that just can not wait.

AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I'll Admit It...I Miss My Kids

It is only the third day of school and I already miss my kids.  Sure they are loud, they interrupt constantly, their questions are never ceasing and they are capable of making a horrible mess, but I still miss them.  I find myself counting down the days until Friday and very glad that it will be a three day weekend.

However, I am beginning to wonder if this is normal behavior.  Most of the other moms I talk to are so glad to finally see their kids go back to school and get out of the house.  I talked to one mother who said that by Sunday night she is thanking her lucky stars that she is getting away from her kids the next day.  Is this how I am supposed to feel?  Do these women really feel this way or do they just say it because everyone else out there is complaining about their kids?

I am not saying that I don't every need a break from the kids or that I don't crave adult conversation (I talked to a complete stranger on the phone for over 20 minutes yesterday).  Nonetheless, I really do enjoy being with my kids and I am feeling their absence terribly.

Am I alone in this feeling?

Dressing for the Bus Stop

Today when I was having my 10 minutes of "me time" or as others call it, showering, it struck me that I was worried about what I was going to have to wear and what the moms at the bus stop would think.  That is insane.  I don't put that much thought in to what I look like for my husband (sorry honey) and I was worried about what a group of mostly strangers was going to think.

I am in that in between stage that happens after having a baby.  None of my old clothes fit yet, but my maternity clothes are like tents.  Getting dressed can be very stressful.  But why am I compounding that stress by worrying what a bunch of other housewives will think?

Tomorrow, I pick up the kids in stinky, sweaty workout clothes just to make a statement.  I'm not sure what that statement will be, but I'm going to make it.

Update:  Proof that I am a woman of my word.  I am going to pick up Rachel in my workout clothes.  And yes, I do exercise in a One Fish, Two Fish t-shirt.  That's the way we roll in The Burbs.  Keepin' it Real in VA.

First Grader

Guess Who Is Sleeping In a Big Boy Bed?

There is now officially only one baby in our house.  Jack is spending his first night in a big boy bed tonight.  I think he will do great...as long as his big brother doesn't try to talk his ear off from the top bunk.

Is There Anything Better?

Couldn't You Just Eat Him Up

Teddy is getting more and more expressive and I love every smile, frown and look of surprise.  He has a smile that just takes over his whole face.

Stormy Weather

We've had some pretty crazy weather lately.  Last week it was like living in a white noise machine only louder and it shook the house, not very relaxing.  The whole experience was rather nerve raking for Jack.  Thank goodness it was a Free Hug day.