Currently:

  • Cold. So cold. Fleece-lined leggings are being shipped as we speak from A Pea in the Pod but not fast enough. I keep joking that I'm waiting for the preggo warmth to kick in but dude, this is not funny.
  • Regressing to ten years old and eating all the cereal everywhere.  Cheerios and Kix are my absolute jam right now. I am rationalizing this by a) watching my sugar intake and b) eating it with whole milk, because yay calcium?
  • Nesting in the form of THROWING SHIT OUT. I have a goal of taking a full Subaru-load to St. Vinny's this Saturday, and I bet I could do it, easily. But beyond that, there's crap everywhere! Example: We have a dozen plain blue mugs that came with our everyday tableware that we have never once in our seven plus years of marriage used. We're either using mugs we've collected from various spots or breaking out the fancy china. IT'S ALL GOTTA GO. I have a feeling I will be pushing Mr. PW past his limits of comfort with this. He hangs on to every single keepsake from every moment in his life, which is sweet... until it's not. December first, that crib will be up, come hell or high water. And there's a lot of clearing out to do before then.  
  • Writing thank you notes until my arm falls off.
  • Trying to finish the baby quilt I started months ago for the niece that was born Saturday morning. I only have the binding left! Why can't I finish??
  • Mulling over this glorious advice from my friend Allison, The Best Pediatrician In The World (tm): (best imagined with lots of hand waving) "This is my spiel: newborns are calm for about 24 hours until they realize they're on the outside... And then they are PANTS ON FIRE. It's just who they are and what they do! If they were mellow, you wouldn't take care of them and they wouldn't get fed! 'Ahem, excuse me, I do believe I might be a bit peckish' doesn't get the same response as SCRRREEEEEAAAAAMMM. So, just understand that, it's just a part of it. So when they're sleeping, you sleep, and make sure the sleep you get adds up to an amount that makes the day survivable. It's not about productivity or getting ahead in the first few weeks, it is about surviving. If you can take shifts, that helps too - 'I have the baby for the next four hours, you go sleep or pretend to sleep or shower or... whatever'.  Just do what you have to do to stay sane." Let me tell you, I'd rather get advice from her than old women who've never had kids. She also said The Happiest Baby On the Block was indispensable, and to splurge on the DVD. I already have the book, so go me. I watched my sister in law use the methods on her inconsolable nephew a couple of weeks back and it was magical.
(In the pink: sister in law swinging and shushing. In her arms: her nephew, who did not take kindly to his first flight and being passed around at his shower and the longest day he'd ever had. On the floor: other sister in law, new mother of about two weeks, ready to lose her damn mind at her child, grateful for two minutes of quiet.)

(In the pink: sister in law swinging and shushing. In her arms: her nephew, who did not take kindly to his first flight and being passed around at his shower and the longest day he'd ever had. On the floor: other sister in law, new mother of about two weeks, ready to lose her damn mind at her child, grateful for two minutes of quiet.)