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thoughts on fall, maternity leave and baby transportation.

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Can I be a lame for a second and talk about how I can’t believe it’s already October?   I seriously feel like it was just August… and then I blinked and it was fall.  And by “blinked” I mean, I had a baby and the entire month of September became a blur of run-on days and nights that somehow manifested themselves into a full month.  And now here we are in the heart of October and I’m so caught off guard by it.  Normally I’m all about the fall-type activities and Halloween planning and cider and pumpkin-flavored everything!  So far this year, the only pumpkins in our house are the two that are hanging off my chest.  Speaking of which, I need to pump… BRB.

I’m back.  Where was I?  Ah yes, jack o’lantern boobs.  Let’s just agree to move on, shall we?

So what I’m really thinking about now that we’re knee-deep into fall is that the clock is already ticking on my maternity leave.  Sob.  I’m really so incredibly lucky to have a full four months at home with Crosby before I go back to work and I so very much want to make the most of it.  And that’s what’s been on my mind lately, making sure that I’m taking advantage of these precious few months that are already flying by.

That said, I’m still figuring it all out.  And trying to establish a “routine”.  Whatever that means.  It’s a work in progress… and lately I’ve realized that I’ve been putting a lot of pressure on myself when I’m home alone with Crosby during the week.  Like I need to be completing a certain amount of tasks each day in order to be considered productive.  I think because I’m not technically “working”, I feel like I need to manage more of our home life.  I have this endless to-do list in my head of things I want to get done each day, beyond just taking care of Crosby.  Like I should be able to take care of the baby and get all the housework done and take care of the dogs and run errands and BLOG! and and and.  Some days it all works out… other days I’m lucky if I’m out of my pj’s by 8pm.  And when those “other” days happen, I feel disappointed in myself for not having accomplished more.  It’s silly really.  Because the thing of it is, and what I’m trying to remind myself, is that taking care of Crosby IS my job right now.  And it’s a very full-time job.  The most important job of my life so far.  Definitely more important than multitasking everything, to the point where I might miss out on little moments with my kid.  I mean, it’s great if I can have dinner on the table by the time Casey gets home from work… but if I can’t, it’s so not the end of the world.  Right?  (Especially given my culinary prowess these days.  Last week I put coconut milk, diced tomatoes and rice in the crockpot and called it soup.  Yeesh.)

Right.  So.  Being in the moment.  Letting go of lists.  Loving on my baby.  That’s my fall horoscope.

Regardless of how chaotic our day is or isn’t, I do try to take Crosby and the dogs for a walk every day.  It’s taken some getting used to – managing all those boys.  They’re a lot to wrangle.  Especially when my small but mighty dogs become distracted by… anything.  I’m constantly scanning the ground for squirrels or rogue hamburger buns, either of which could be the trigger that causes the pups to bolt and pull my arm out of its socket.  It’s physical AND mental exercise, you see?  And of course I want to make sure Crosby is as safe as possible, so we’ve been testing out all our different baby transportation options to find the one that works the best for us.  What do I mean by baby transportation, you ask?  Well, we have our stroller…. with all the fixings.  We also have an Ergo.  And then we have a Boba wrap.  We also have a Solly wrap on loan from a friend.  And then of course I have just like, my bare arms.  But!  Who knew there were so many ways to get a baby from point A to point B?  The jury is still out on which one is our favorite but I do feel a bit like a douche for having so many.  I remember before Crosby was born, when we said we wouldn’t be the type of people who hoarded baby junk.  We were totally like, let’s just get this ONE kind of thing and it’ll work perfectly and our baby will love it!  ……. HA.  And now we’re totally like give me ALL of the things, in order to find the one that will keep him calm happy and/or quiet.  Right?

So that’s all we have for today.  And look!  I can cross off blogging from list for today!  Aren’t you so very glad? ;)

And now, a few pictures from a mini photo shoot on our couch.  Here we go!

shawnnathompson_maternityleave_2Every once in a while homeboy will whip out the cross-eyes.  And then we call him Crossby.  Because we’re hilarious, fantastic parents.

shawnnathompson_maternityleave_1Crossby does not appreciate the joke.

shawnnathompson_maternityleave_6Not at all.

shawnnathompson_maternityleave_5No I mean, he really hates it.  And then we start to feel bad…

shawnnathompson_maternityleave_8So then I tell him we’ll buy him a pony to make up for it.

shawnnathompson_maternityleave_3And then we’re cool again. Let’s be honest. He OWNS us.


bumpdate: 34 weeks

shawnnathompson_34weeks_bumpMan, I’m really slacking on the bumpdates lately. Remember back in the day when I was posting them every single week? Back when the idea of putting on public-appropriate clothing and smiling for the camera every few days didn’t see quite so…. difficult.  I’m just seriously slowing down lately.  Everything takes a whole lot more effort… and will power.  It’s to the point where I dread going pee because I know that after I go, I will need to eventually stand back up.

I’ve juuuust now started to freak out about how much we have to do yet before the baby gets here. I’ve been cool as a cucumber up until a few days ago, when I had the realization that I was almost (and now am) 6 weeks from D day. And this kid could totally decide to show up early (although I’m fully preparing myself for overdueness because that’ll likely be my big FAT luck). Anyway, 6 friggin weeks away!  We need a mattress for the crib!  We need to vacuum the car!  Hang bookshelves!  Do we know baby CPR?  NO?!  Then we need to take a baby CPR class!  Stock up on dog food!  Stock up on human food!  Wait, now I’m hungry!…  I currently have about 7 million to-do lists floating around my general vicinity and we actually are crossing things off those lists but it’s hard when all I want to do when I get home from work is lay in bed with my feet propped up on 7 pillows with a giant glass of ice cube water (like, a whole tray of ice cubes in a mason jar) and do nothing.  I know, I know.  Realistically I probably have some time to get all these things completed but I have a tendency to think about things as a whole instead of just one thing at a time. And I know I need to practice patience and be realistic about what can be done now vs. later vs. …. meh, never. I mean, is it really necessary to talk about having a garage sale when we don’t really even have a garage or things to sell? Probably nope.

But along with the freak outs comes the overwhelming excitement that we’re so so close to meeting our little one! It gives me the shivers to think that we’ll have a kid NEXT MONTH. It’s basically like today is Thanksgiving and the baby is Christmas. That’s the timeframe we’re looking at. And who isn’t excited for Christmas!?! Cute, tiny, adorable, shitting, barfing, time-sucking, nipple chewing, sweet, baby Christmas?!

Let’s bumpdate!

Weeks: 34 weeks
Baby is the size of: A butternut squash.
Weight gain: At my last dr appointment, I had gained 4 pounds in 2 weeks. So. There’s that.
Cravings: I’m so boring. Nothing new. Except like I said, a mason jar full of ice cube water. Oh, but I’m still really into ice cream. Uh, and coconut water. And friendship fries (which is what I call french fries because doesn’t that sound so much cuter and less greasy when you’re ordering them for yourself but pretending they’re for everyone?).
Sleep: Sleep, shmeep. I don’t think I’ll ever sleep comfortably again. Whatever. Sort of related…. I had a thought the other day that I haven’t had a single dream about our baby. That I can remember. Is this normal? I keep waiting for it to happen – for the dream gods to tell me if it’s a boy or a girl. And to tell me what to name it. And to maybe give me a hot makeout sesh with Ryan Gosling. Wishful sleeping.
Movement: SO much, all the time and Casey is officially freaked out by it. Because it’s not just sweet little kicks and hiccups… there seems to be sumo wrestling and full-force Elaine Benes dancing happening in there. I think it’s fantastic but I can see how it would freak out my giant manly husband.
Symptoms: Backaches like whoa.  Especially the lower, middle and upper back.  Know what I mean?  I actually had my first prenatal massage a couple of weeks ago… I’d been holding on to a gift certificate since Christmas, just waiting until the backage was good and ready for a nice rub down.  And seriously.  It was amazing.  Just being able to lay on my stomach for the first time in months was reward enough.  (They have a miraculous foam pad/belly hole type-situation that allows pregnant ladies to lay on their fronts during a massage without butternut squashing the babe) I now want to get a professional massage every single night.  Although I would maybe request a female next time?  Because getting a massage from a dude that is not my husband at 30+ weeks pregnant is less than ideal.  Unless it’s Ryan Gosling.  
Missing: WINE. My dad was here last weekend and we went wine tasting. And by that I mean I went Pelligrino tasting while Casey and papa drank wine. Being the lovely papa that he is though, he bought us a few bottles that we can enjoy post-baby and I’m already salivating just thinking about them. Do you think the doctor can inject an IV of wine into me as I’m pushing? Can I add that to my birth plan?
Happenings: LOTS of happs. We are done with baby classes and are now officially baby experts. Is what I’m telling myself. HA. The baby room is almost ready for its inhabitant. And yes family, I will post pictures soon.  We also met our pediatrician this morning. And were fully unprepared, of course. She asked us if we had any questions and we both just stared at each other like, oh yah we should probably have thought through what we wanted to ask the medical professional who is going to be caring for our baby’s health and well-being. Whoops. Also – it’s August!? Which means I only have 4 more weeks of work before I’m on vacation maternity leave.

Unrelated but sort of related: I know that there are a few prego ladies out there – so I’m curious if anyone would appreciate a post about my pregnancy must-haves or products? Yes, no, maybe so?

MOAR BABIES in BELLIES!

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