3 months and change

Well baby checkup today:

Weight: 13.5 pounds

Height: 25 inches

Got a shot in his butt.

I’m excited b/c we get to start him on solids at 4 months, starting with rice cereal. Yummy!

He’s giggling and rolling over these days. Love him.

Bliss

I try not to be completely unreasonable. The disagreements between S and I are so few and far between (I think this was the second) that we don’t even know what each other’s fighting styles are. I tend to clam up. I gain a lot of perspective by writing, much more than by talking, when I can easily say things I don’t mean. Usually after some time alone I’m ready to forgive or apologize. Or both.

I spent last Tuesday in the Bronx with baby Z. Came home and forgave and forgot. Co-habitational bliss once more.

Z is 8 weeks tomorrow. He’s becoming more and more aware of his surroundings. He’s awake for longer periods throughout the day and sleeping longer and longer at night. This morning I went to his crib at 9am and found him staring with great interest at his mobile. I turned it on and he was fascinated by the music and movement.

Yesterday I took the subway into the city solo. It was the first time in months and months. Got a haircut. Actually, chopped about 10 inches off. It was damn liberating. Am also in the process of updating my resume and starting a hardcore job hunt. It’s been five years since I interviewed for a job and I’m excited. It’s nice to have something else on my plate besides dirty diapers.

Hiatus

Writing elsewhere for a while. Clearing my head without feeling like I have to censor myself.

Baby is beautiful and a joy to be around. Here he is at 1 week:

Heavy

The weather has been wet and dreary for the entire month of June, with sporatic days of sunshine that are replaced by clouds so quickly that you wonder if it happened at all. The temperature isn’t much better either, and I long for days when I can wear as little as possible. Then I remember that I’m pregnant. 100 degree weather might not be the best thing to wish for right now. When the weather does get that ridiculous, it’ll be nice to come into work, just for the central air.

Our apartment is coming together, slowly. We have been collecting baby stuff. There’s already a crib halfway set up in the bedroom, some early baby presents, and a bassinet, waiting to be put together. The crib has become a clotheshorse, collecting random pieces of clothing that S and I have been too lazy to put away or throw in the hamper. I’m waiting for the nesting phase to set in, at which point I’m sure I’ll be all about getting the apartment Z ready.

Peanut has been renamed Z. My bladder is now called peenut, for obvious reasons.

I have taken to watching natural births on youtube, and every video makes me cry. I’m still hoping to have a drug-free delivery. I watched a video of one mother who was in labor for 12 hours but still managed to resist the epidural. She still opted for an all natural birth the second time around. These stories give me strength.

One of my biggest fears is that Z will be too large and will require a C-section. He’s already too big for his age, and apparently I’m too big also. I spoke to my mom, who told me that she gained a grand total of 15 pounds when she was pregnant with me. And I weighed seven pounds, six ounces. I’ve already gained 22 pounds and I’m only in my second trimester!

Belly at 20 weeks