The pumpkin is 10 months old this week. One of my friends is pregnant with twins and asked me what the hardest part is, do I miss the days of it just being Rick, Cooper & me, and when does it finally become real that you’re having a baby.
I told her the hardest part was in the beginning, not having any fricking clue what the problem is when she was crying. Is it because she’s tired/hungry/wet/gassy/colicky? I also have a hard time being the primary caregiver due to Rick’s work schedule; I think getting married later and being an older mom is tough since I was so independent for so long. And that led to my second answer to my friend – I have to say that I do sometimes miss the days of just me, Rick & Cooper, and I miss the days of just me & Rick and I miss the days of just me. But it’s all a part of my wonderful life and I wouldn’t trade Rick, Mallory and Cooper for anything! Not to say I wouldn’t love a weekend getaway with no responsibility :-) It’s tough too because when Rick’s schedule allows it, he tries to encourage me to go scrapping or whatever, but I feel that because his schedule is so loopy, I should stay home and enjoy family time WITH him. Classic mom guilt.
Finally – my friend’s last question: when does it finally become real that you’re having a baby? I can honestly say that I still can’t believe I have a kid. When I’m at work, and look at a picture of her, I think “I can’t believe that cute little girl is MY cute little girl”.
We were at a surprise party for a friend last night; the funny thing is that it was this same friend’s surprise party 5 years ago that Rick & I first started hanging out. What a difference 5 years makes, eh? Five years ago I spent the afternoon drinking beer on my friend’s porch watching the UM game, spent post-game at Frasers where we smuggled in jello shots, then we stumbled to Saline to crash this party I’m not sure we were really invited to. Rick’s friend Doug fancies himself our matchmaker because he was the one who invited us to the party, but when we showed up, ALL of the wives were very suspicious of the three drunk girls, one of whom seemed to have designs on Rick. The Hens were born that night and luckily they ended up liking me, after my not-so-great first impression :-)