It’s early morning. The windows are fogged – we had more rain yesterday. I think for the bulk of us across the country, this summer shall go down as the Season of Unending Rain. Except for it ruining the Fourth of July, I haven’t minded much – my inclination, still, is to lounge at all times, and rain keeps me from feeling like I should really be outside. I think I literally watched five movies on Sunday (some of them kids’ movies, but still). This gestating body very much likes to chill.
The boys are in kind of a wonderful phase right now, both of them. After I complained about Liam turning three and being impossible, he underwent some kind of magical transformation that turned him into the perkiest, most pleasant little dude. We’ve had very few meltdowns in the past month – I think he went through a lot of that angst during the fading years of Two, and now he’s hit a delightfully pleasant stage. His older brother is doing some boundary testing – but, given how obedient he normally is, he’s not really pushing the envelope too far. And together, they are perfect. They play really well together, all the time. We will be puttering around in the kitchen or reading in the living room, and hear them hooting and hollering from some distant corner of the house. Occasionally they barrel through, a raucous and silly interruption, and sometimes they’ll pick up a parent or two along the way and we’ll all run around and be silly. (Usually it’s their father . . . see: gestation, uselessness.) They are good in restaurants (usually), they eat well enough (occasionally requiring some coaxing), they go to bed when you put ’em there and usually stay there all night. We’ve hit an awesome stride. It’s kind of what I need right now, so I’m grateful for it. I’m also thinking – what have I done? Why am I introducing a new baby into this perfect arrangement? What am I, some kind of masochist?
Ahh, but I want a third child. Not necessarily a third BABY, but a third kid. So, I’ll go back to square one, one last time, and be the mom with the baby on the hip and two kids on the playground. It’ll be all good.
In non-baby news, work is going well. I got staffed on a large project that is giving me reliably solid hours for the first time in a while, which makes me feel more secure in my job. It’s kind of boring work, to be honest, but I break it up with my smaller-but-more-interesting projects, and last week it filled my week. It’s been so long since I billed more than 25 hours in a week, that I’m just happy for the work. I’ve begun a serious marketing push – it’s odd to have huge marketing responsibilities as a first year, but that’s what this market requires. So I have, like a strategic plan and stuff. Yippeee, look at me.
This weekend I plan to go to the Shoe Sensation and buy some flats. I am rough on shoes – my 3 pairs of heels are about to bite the dust all at once, and the flats I bought for my pregnancy in the summer of 2010 are somewhat embarrassing (since they were all from Target, they weren’t really built to last). I’ve given up heels for the duration of the pregnancy except when I’m in court, so flats it is. After that, I hope we can make it to the L&D at the hospital and do a tour. Since I felt a little time pressured to get an OB after my midwife fell through, I grabbed one that came highly recommended by some friends – without even really checking into the hospital that he delivers in. Turns out it is a very small hospital with few NICU facilities, but it’s literally on the same campus as the big NICU hospital – like, you walk out the one door and across a parking lot into the door of the other hospital. I don’t really understand why they are two distinct places, but whatevs. Maybe the smaller one will be more quiet and allow me more focus.
Aaaaand it all swings back around to Baby again. Pregnant women can be so tiresomely one-track-minded, can’t we?
On that note, I’ll leave you with this:
Okay, that link made me laugh. Well done.