In fun, decorating news, I purchased a really great sea green colored table from my aunt over the weekend for baby’s room.
Oh, which means I should tell you…
We have known what we are having since week 14! But my father-in-law wasn’t sure he wanted to know until he knew that we knew. Follow me? Anyways, baby is a….
I am a couple days behind, but I did finally watch Oprah’s Series Finale the other day. There was one message that she talked about that pretty much stopped me in my tracks.
Something to ponder, that is for sure!
I can’t believe I am at the halfway mark already. My mind races during the day with things I should be doing, but I have to realize that adding another baby might not go as perfectly as just having a first baby. Brayden might not be out of the nursery completely. The room might not be totally ready for the new baby. I have come to accept this (for the most part) and I know that everything might not be perfect. Baby will probably end up sleeping in the bassinet in our room for a few weeks just as Brayden did anyways, so why put myself through all of the stress? Right? Either way, we will be so excited when the time comes, but October seems like so far away.
I was extra grouchy over the weekend. Things were not going as I wanted them to, and I was having a hard time adjusting to that. Brayden was extra clingy and grumpy as well, putting us both in foul moods. The hubs worked late, I was at my wit’s end, and even once Brandon was home, I couldn’t snap out of it. I woke up Sunday with a headache and no end in sight to my bad mood.
And even now, 2 days later, I can’t pinpoint why I was so grumpy. Brandon said I did a good job of hiding it and not taking anything out on him, but he knew I wasn’t myself.
But last night cured that. Brandon came home at a decent time, we played outside with Brayden, then on a whim, decided to head to DQ for dinner. We shared fries and ice cream, Brayden actually ate some of my cheeseburger, we took the scenic route home to look at tractors, and had some fun, quality time together. Seeing Brayden laughing while trying to eat on his daddy’s lap was the medicine I needed for my grumpy soul. Taking a time out from the business of what we “should” be doing and going with the flow was much needed. And those extra giggles from Brayden? I will treasure for a lifetime.
I have been somewhat missing in blog land lately, and I only have one thing to blame for it:
They have robbed me of my sweet, happy, mild-tempered boy and replaced him with a cuddly, snotty-nosed, temper-tantrum throwing little guy who looks plain miserable.
Last Tuesday, he woke up feeling somewhat warm, so I took his temp and it was 100.7. Nothing to get too shook up about, so I have him some ibuprofen and just kept an eye on it. He napped well, ate pretty well, seemed fine. By the time he woke up from his nap, the fever was gone, so I didn’t think too much of it. The next day, he woke up feeling warm again. 100.9 fever but still acted fine, and had a bit of a runny nose. It was clear, so we ended up going to Kindermusik then to play at Laura and Caden’s.
This continued every day and finally last Friday, I asked my mom about it. I tried to feel in his mouth for molars, but he wouldn’t let me. Of course, it only takes 2 seconds for my mom to get in there and say “Oh honey, no wonder you are miserable! One of those molars is already poking through, and the other one isn’t far behind.” Darn teething. It always gives him a runny nose which turns into drainage which turns into a cough. The weekend was a little rough- he was extra whiney and clingy, but we just kept up with the ibuprofen and Tylenol. Monday morning, he woke up coughing a little but he seems to be doing much better! I am ready for those top molars to hurry up and get here! Although, most of the time, I DO like the extra snuggles.
It was also this weekend where I seriously thought to myself “What will I do with two kids?” *sigh*