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*
I just ordered invitations for Brayden’s 2nd birthday party.
WHAT? When did this happen?
We are doing a Cars/Lightning McQueen theme, and I ordered invitations off of Etsy. They are going to be so great- I can’t wait to get them! I also ordered some return address labels, and inquired about a cake. His birthday falls on a Sunday, probably right in the middle of spray season, but I just decided to do it late afternoon. We generally don’t work sunup to sundown on Sundays, and since we already know about it, it should be easy! Let’s just hope it goes better than last year….
I don’t want to go too overboard with decorations, but I have been keeping my eyes peeled. Brayden LOVES Lightning McQueen so it’s going to be hard not to just buy it all! I DO think I will splurge for a new shirt with his name and a picture of Lightning. We’ll see.
It’s fun to plan, but it sure came up on me fast!
- “Wow, you are going to pop anytime now!”
- “Are you sure there is only one in there?”
- …while rubbing a tummy that they did NOT get permission to rub: “awww, you just look so great!”
- “You aren’t due until _____? Wow, it’s going to be a long, hot summer for you.”
- “Do you have a name picked out?” And then you tell them. And then they say “Oh, I went to school/worked with a ________ and they were the most annoying person on the face of this earth!”
- Any unsolicited advice about labor/delivery or any other topic about what you should do or how they knew someone with a very traumatic experience.
- “Was this baby planned?” (This is the question I hate the MOST!)
Brayden has always been a pretty great sleeper, I won’t lie. Sleep training had it’s rough moments, and I still currently rock with him in the chair for about 5 minutes before I put him down awake. For him, I have noticed that the transition from playing to bedtime can be difficult, and he needs those 5 minutes to settle down.
Which leads me to being absolutely terrified of making the transition from crib to big boy bed. Terrified.
His new big boy bedroom is right next door to the nursery. It currently houses a twin bed with cute, boy bedding, his dresser, bookshelf, and toy box. The only thing left that needs to go in there is everything from his closet that is his to make room for the new baby. Oh, and the closet door and window trim so that there can be curtains. Which also means, there will not be a second crib nor will we transition the crib to a toddler bed, because frankly, when he has a twin bed, what is the point? I have foam rails that go under the fitted sheet so that he won’t fall out. And the other side is against the wall.
So WHY am I so scared?
I don’t know. I am afraid to mess up a good thing. I am not even sure how to go about doing this. Since he isn’t talking as much as I want him to, I am slightly afraid he won’t get it. (Even though deep down, I know he will.) I am scared of those first few nights where he might cry and get upset just because I want him to sleep in another bed.
As much as I am itching to get baby’s room started, I know that I can’t rush Brayden out of there just to get it ready for a baby who will probably sleep for the first couple of weeks in the bassinet. He has to be ready. I have to be ready. Curtains have to be up because my boy is very picky about the level of darkness in his room.
So I need some advice. What worked for you when you did this transition? Any tips? I could sure use them!