Hump Day Happies
Since I’m feeling super content over here, I thought I’d share some things making me happy right now:
- Coffee! for most of my pregnancy, the smell of coffee made me nauseated. But, like all those other prenatal ailments, it has passed. I’m back to loving coffee. Phew. It’s amazing how much better my mood is when I start my day with a cup o’ joe. And with this fabulous pre-fall weather we’re having, both iced or hot are appropriate.
- My wedding rings fit! I hadn’t worn all three (wedding band + engagement ring + anniversary band) since May, but they’re finally back to fitting comfortably and no longer make me feel paranoid that they’ll be forever stuck on my fat fingers.
- Ellie’s sleeping! Sure, this may pass or regress or whatever, but for the last two weeks, we’ve been getting 8 or so hour stretches from the little one. Hallelujah! I am a much nicer person when I get sleep.
- Mom jeans! Instead of stressing about how my pre-baby pants don’t fit, I bought a paid of high rise jeans from gap and they’re surprisingly flattering. I’m pretty sure they’re mom jeans, but they’re awesome in spite of (or maybe because of) that.
- Leaving the house! For the most part, since having Ellie, I’ve chosen to leave her with Jeff or family members when I needed to run errands. It’s just a pain to get her in the car, lug the car seat around, and balance carrying that with whatever I’m trying to buy. But this week, we did our first Target run together. I carried her in my wrap, leaving me hands free. She looked around for awhile and then after ten minutes or so, ducked her head inside the wrap and took a nap. I was able to get all my Target errands done with no issues! And today, I put my wrap on in the parking garage and she and I strolled and shopped for over an hour. I’m getting more confident with breastfeeding in public (or in my [parked] car) and it’s a pretty awesome feeling knowing I can leave the house and feed baby whenever/wherever.
Life is so good ‘round these parts. Just in time for me to go back to work, right? Whatever. I’m going to sit back and enjoy these days as much as possible.
I’m totally stuck between seasons right now - Essie Turquoise and Caicos nails and an iced coffee (sweetened with half a pump of pumpkin spice syrup!)
Jeff used construction paper to wrap my birthday presents this year. In addition to the cake and hearts he adorned the paper with - here are some other doodles that remind him of me: bamboobies (hanging on that octopus drying rack from ikea), our swaddled baby, and breast pumps. I laughed so hard (at the items and his awful drawing skills) that I didn’t even have a chance to be offended. Hah!
Baby girl wore tights, a dress, and a headband out to breakfast this morning. I wore stained sweatpants. Motherhood, right?
Even though I’m currently on (unpaid) maternity leave, this time of year always has me wanting to spend all the monies. My wedding anniversary, birthday, and back to school all occur in the same week, so I’m using it as an excuse to buy:
- new Frye booties
- a Tory Burch cover for my fitbit (pre-order only, boo!)
- a high-end woven wrap (do you guys know about this underground society of babywearing? There are wraps that cost over $1,000! While that’s too rich for my tastes, I’ve become obsessed with stalking these forums and FB pages hoping to score certain colors/patterns/sizes and I’m pretty sure Ellie doesn’t even like to be worn. She either goes to sleep immediately or starts to get fussy after 15 minutes.)
- these leopard sneakers from Target. (Granted, I probably do not need another pair of leopard shoes - I already have heels and flats, but for $25, they somehow found their way into my cart.)
- Too much stuff at Sephora (mineral veil, surf spray, eyeliner - but they’re all necessities, especially when I go back to work in a few weeks, right?)
I’m honestly thinking about trying a cash-only system to curb my spending - but with cardholder perks (5% off at Target, ebates, etc), it’s like i’m getting paid to spend money.
A friend told me there’s nothing better than watching the man you love love your babies. She’s totally right.
Today we celebrate three years of being married. I was going to say “of wedded bliss” - but that makes it sound like every day is easy. And really, that’s not true. Most days we’re on the same page, I laugh so hard I have tears in my eyes, I appreciate his sweet actions and demeanor, and I fall even deeper in love with Jeff. But then there are the says where we seem to not communicate, I can’t get my point across, I can’t (maybe won’t?) understand his perspective, and we sulk in silence. Luckily those days are few and far between and I guess it takes the rough patches to make me really see how awesome of a husband, father, and partner he is. I know our relationship is going to change now that we have Ellie, and I’m so excited to see where this year will take us. With Jeff as my husband, I know life is more exciting, more adventurous, sweeter, and more loving. Happy Anniversary, husband!
Ok - to counteract the Debbie Downer-ness of my last post, here’s a photo of Ellie wearing some awesome custom leggings. (Or, as I like to call them, her “sassy pants.”)
Cue All the Tears
Today my boss called and wanted to know what my flight preferences are for CES in January. I still have 4 more weeks of maternity leave and CES is 4 months away, but this is a real reminder that yes, I need to go back to work. And that time is quickly approaching. He also let me know that I’ll need to be in Vegas for 5 days. As a breastfeeding mom, this is terrifying! I mean, I have a slight freezer stash, but 5 days is a lot of feedings! Guess I better keep up the pumping sessions and pray that it’ll all work out.
Ellie also had her two month vaccinations today. She was all coos and smiles going in - but screamed like crazy on our way out. Giant tears fell from her face after the shots were given and I totally felt guilty afterwards.
And - while at the pediatrician’s office, I put down her carrier to fill out a form, but I must have twisted while doing so, because I totally threw out my back. I can’t stand up straight, I’m waking at a snail’s pace, and carrying the baby is pretty much out if the question (evidenced by the fact it took me 20 minutes and three stops to carry her from the driveway to our house). There goes my plan to triumphantly return to yoga tomorrow.
So returning to work + thinking about being away from E + needing enough milk stored for 5 days + giant baby tears + debilitating back pain = a pretty crappy start to Labor Day a Weekend.
At least it can only get better from here, right?