Friday, January 29, 2016

Random thoughts on life these days....

Yesterday, exactly one year and three weeks after I becoming a Mama, I became an Aunt to a beautiful baby girl. She's tiny. Smaller than Oliver ever was, by about an inch and a half a pound, but it seems like a lot more than that. In fact, I am having trouble believing that he was ever anywhere near that little. It seems like so much more that 55 weeks ago that he was that 8lb, 7oz bundle of wrinkles and fuzz and cuteness.

I am so ready for another one. This is probably TMI but, I swear, as I cradled my gorgeous niece in my arms this afternoon, my ovaries physically hurt.

We've been trying for a few months now to get pregnant again. We haven't yet. I'm not really even sure that I can yet. There's nothing I can do about that. And my little boy is a blast. He's at such a fun age. Every day is something new, and I'm loving it. As much as I want another, once it's here, I will never again be able to dedicate as much undivided attention to him as I do now. So I'm reveling in it while I'm here. But my ovaries, man. I don't think they got the memo.

In other news - my son is walking now. And falling. A lot. He wants to go straight to running. He thinks he's has fast as all the big kids. He will not be help back. So he's covered in bumps a bruises all the time. And not a bit phased by them. He's never going to slow down.

Everyone told me to be careful what I wished for, that once he walked we could never go back - and I would want to. Maybe that's coming later. It hasn't hit me yet. I love him walking. My back loves him walking. He seems to get a lot more bored and restless in this teeny house of ours though. So, I'm trying to get him out more (especially since it's been so pretty outside lately). It's hard when we're in the middle of nowhere (and the cedar count is so damn high). Maybe having a baby down the road now to hang out with will help. ;)

In addition to learning to walk, and trying to go straight to running, I am pretty sure Oliver is now cutting molars[1]. He's been running a low grade fever for the past couple days and he's SO clumsy. He falls over while standing still. The child is riddled with scrapes and bruises, and it's even worse when I put shoes on him so his feet are all banged up from walking around barefoot. Not that it phases him.

I am severely lacking in adult interaction. So, a couple weeks ago I started going to a ladies bible study at the church we've been visiting. I'm the only attendee under the age of 60, and it's been great. Oliver loves it, and the ladies all fight over who's going to take him home first. I'd love to find some other moms to hang out with at some point, but this'll do for now.

We're studying Ecclesiastes, which for a lot of really surprising reasons, seems to be exactly what I need right now. God is funny that way.

There is another bible study that meets at this same church that I heard about for the first time today. It is apparently made up of a lot more young moms, and they actually provide childcare, so once this one is over - I may try that.

I actually have plans to go to a women's conference next weekend without my baby. Derek is going to hang out with him. For an evening and then the whole next day. It's pretty much the second time I have had premeditated time by myself since Oliver was born. It's kinda huge. I'm probably going to explode.




[1] I made the mistake the other day of saying Oliver had 'a tooth break' in front of a 5 year-old. He was very concerned and wanted to check all of Ollie's teeth to find out which one had broken and how. ;) It took quite some explaining. 

1 comment:

  1. I would have loved reading posts like yours when I was a young mom. You're so real and it would have helped me realize more that I was okay and doing just fine.

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