Juicy!

Since the baby, the house has been a mess.  I have heard and have been told many times to let the laundry sit and to not be so obsessive when it comes to keeping a clean house.  But it has finally taken its toll on me.  The mess is catching up.  The baby has only been in my life for 9 months.  By the way, isn’t it strange how the 9 months of pregnancy seems to last forever but the 9 months of life for your little one passes by you before you can blink?

Anyways, not only do I have piles of unfolded laundry on the couch, but I also have piles of unread mail in my office, and a mountain of papers to file, and layers of dust sitting on the furniture and floors.  I haven’t done any spring cleaning as of yet and don’t know if I’ll even get to it this year.

And the stress.  Oh the stress!  Lately, I’ve been working long hours and haven’t had a chance to pick up the baby until 7 or even 8 pm.  That doesn’t sound too late but it actually is when you’re in the office around 5 am.  So I’m quite exhausted by the time it’s time for pick up my little man.  So I don’t sleep until midnight.

It’s hectic with the little one around.  Why do we even bother with kids?  Life is just so much simpler without them in our lives, isn’t it?  I have to admit that sometimes, I do feel trapped.  Trapped because I can’t just pick up  my things and go on a weekend trip.  Trapped because I can’t go to the movies with  my friends on the weekends.  Trapped because I can no longer spend my money on my clothes.  And trapped because my little man is now getting attached to me.

So why all the trouble?

It’s when he jumps up and down happily and claps his hands when he first sees me when I come home from work that makes up for everything that has gone bad for the day.  It’s when he puts his head on my shoulder when I carry him.  It’s when he laughs when I play with him.

Seeing those cute little palms close up in front of his cute, peaceful looking face as I kiss his cheeks goodnight puts a smile on my face every night.  That makes everything worthwhile.

I was away on a business trip and had just returned last night.  It was the first time that I had left my husband alone with the baby for a few days.  He wasn’t exactly alone because my mom baby sat until my husband was off work (around 7 or 8 pm).  But I was still a worry wart. 

I was constantly worrying about the baby.  Did he feed the baby?  Did the baby get his daily servings of fruits/veggies or did my husband take the easy route and give him formula in a bottle? Did he give him the daily vitamin supplements?  Did he rub the rash cream on the baby’s rash?  And what about the clothes - did he change them every night?  Did he this, did he that…blah blah blah…how could I even concentrate on my training that my company paid so much for?  And should I be feeling this way?  It’s not that I don’t trust my husband.  It’s just that…well…it’s just that…I just want to make sure the baby is well taken care of, that’s all.

I couldn’t even sleep the first night because I missed the baby.  I didn’t miss my husband so much.  I missed the baby.  It’s no wonder they say that husbands get a tad jealous when there’s a baby in the house.

After being away for what seemed like an eternity (ok, 3 days only), I was really afraid that the baby wouldn’t remember my face anymore!  Before I had left, he would always want me to hold him.  Even when his father holds his arms out to carry him, the baby wouldn’t want to go to him.  He’d turn back and put his arms around me, not wanting to go to daddy. 

It would break my heart if turned his back on me not wanting me to hold him after 3 days of being away.

But when I returned last night, his eyes lit up and he laughed as he clapped his hands when he saw my face.

I was so delighted.

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So here it goes.  We weren’t really creative with how we named our son.  My Both of us just wrote down five names that we both liked.  Then we both looked over our list and agreed on a name.  Actually, we couldn’t come to an agreement on a name until we had to complete the birth certificate form at the hospital.