Dan will be home in 4 hours! I'm absolutely giddy. With that, I'll leave you with some new photos (note the onesie especially for daddy's homecoming):
Friday, May 9, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
another day down
Apparently staying busy is the key to making the time pass quickly. We did a lot today: went to the post office to pick up the package that was waiting there, headed to Starbucks so I could self-caffeinate, and shopped at Babies R Us. We got home around noon and I realized O's pediatrician appointment was at 1:15, so I gave her a sponge bath (bathing her alone in her tub takes way too much time when I attempt it alone), got her dressed, and we were back in the car again.
She's 25" long and 11 pounds 15 ounces. The pediatrician was impressed that she's already rolled, and said she's on target for all of the things she should be doing (cooing, smiling, making eye contact, etc.). At the 2-month appointment I was told that she wouldn't have to have a shot again until 4 months, but apparently that wasn't correct info. She had to get the second part of her hepatitis B shot. It wasn't as traumatic (for me) as it was the last time, probably because I didn't have a lot of time to stew about it.
After her appointment we headed home and hung out around here for a bit, then packed up a bunch of stuff and went to my parents' house for dinner (the first real meal I've had in at least a week!). My aunt and uncle stopped by for a couple of hours so they could meet her, which was fun -- they told lots of funny stories about me, my sister, and my cousins when we were babies. I stayed over there way too late, chowing on peach pie a la mode and watching my parents play with Olivia.
Now we're home, she's in her swing but not sleeping, and I am ready for bed. I think she has other plans for tonight.
She's 25" long and 11 pounds 15 ounces. The pediatrician was impressed that she's already rolled, and said she's on target for all of the things she should be doing (cooing, smiling, making eye contact, etc.). At the 2-month appointment I was told that she wouldn't have to have a shot again until 4 months, but apparently that wasn't correct info. She had to get the second part of her hepatitis B shot. It wasn't as traumatic (for me) as it was the last time, probably because I didn't have a lot of time to stew about it.
After her appointment we headed home and hung out around here for a bit, then packed up a bunch of stuff and went to my parents' house for dinner (the first real meal I've had in at least a week!). My aunt and uncle stopped by for a couple of hours so they could meet her, which was fun -- they told lots of funny stories about me, my sister, and my cousins when we were babies. I stayed over there way too late, chowing on peach pie a la mode and watching my parents play with Olivia.
Now we're home, she's in her swing but not sleeping, and I am ready for bed. I think she has other plans for tonight.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
days 2, 3 and the 3-month milestone
Someone has been impeding my ability to type for the last two days! She's finally asleep in her swing with the creepy heartbeat noise setting that sounds more like a monster stomping through a metropolitan area than a heart. But hey, if that's what works, that's what we do around here.
Yesterday was a good day. I walked on the Monon Trail with my sister and we took turns pushing the stroller. What would have been a simple walk normally was a little on the strenuous side for my out of shape body, but I guess I have to start somewhere. We headed over to a little independent coffee shop after our walk. Olivia "danced" (with a little help from my sis) to the James Brown CD they were playing in the shop, which was hilarious. On the way home we stopped to vote. Did you know that babies aren't allowed to vote? I know! I was shocked too! Every time someone else came up to tell me that, I gasped. I went for a very mediocre dinner (gristly burger; hair in my cheesecake) at the Cheesecake Factory with a friend, and then we came home. Olivia slept from about 9:45 p.m. to 3 a.m., and then from 3:30-7 a.m. Rather than enjoy it, I of course spent the day wondering/worrying if she was getting sick.
Today was pretty good as well, though we didn't have as many plans. We went to Target to get diapers, hung around the house, went out to get lunch (which I ate driving around in the car because she was asleep in her carseat), and then met my cousin's wife at the Scholar's Inn Bakehouse for coffee and dessert. Sadly, they were out of their legendary cupcakes, so I had to settle for a giant snickerdoodle cookie. Poor me. ;)
The big excitement du jour was Olivia rolling over entirely unassisted -- on her 3-month birthday! She did it twice in a row, so I was able to capture it on video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7xhQdY7Z3w
I haven't eaten anything of substance since the giant cookie, so I'm going to try to forage for food while the little one is sleeping.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Day 1 down, four to go.
All in all, my first full day of being home alone with baby wasn't too bad. At least not as bad as I'd expected during the throes of my shrieky, panicked "how am I ever going to do this?" phase that hit just as Dan was leaving for the airport.
She slept pretty well overnight. I woke up around 2:45 a.m. and was shocked she hadn't gotten up to eat yet. I almost never wake up before she does ... at least, not since the early days when just the sound of her breathing changing would have me sitting up in bed wide awake. I ran downstairs and got her bottle so that when she started to wake up, I could just feed her instead of going downstairs while her mild fussing escalated to full-on crying. She went back to sleep for several hours, so our morning was uneventful.
I decided to get us out of the house, so I packed her up and we headed to Dunkin' Donuts, which is relatively new to Indianapolis and way too close to our house. Actually, it's really not that close, but it's close enough that it always seems convenient to drive there. I got a fabulous Milky Way hot chocolate, a bagel with what seemed like a brick of cream cheese on it (I did scrape most of it off), and some donuts, figuring that I'd eat them over the next few days. Uhhh, yeah. I think there might be one left. Gah.
My mom offered to stop by in the early afternoon so I could put some laundry in the wash. She even made me coffee -- a skill I've never quite acquired despite having the best coffeemaker ever. Later, O and I tried to take a walk around the neighborhood, but she didn't love it. I couldn't quite keep the sun off of her unless I put the hood up on both the infant carrier and the stroller, which basically enveloped her in a little stroller cocoon and looked really absurd.
Cindy came over around 9:30 to watch The Bachelor: London Calling (hello, guilty pleasure!), and we chowed on pizza and breadsticks -- neither of us had really eaten much all day. She stayed until about 11:30, and it was so nice to have the company.
She slept pretty well overnight. I woke up around 2:45 a.m. and was shocked she hadn't gotten up to eat yet. I almost never wake up before she does ... at least, not since the early days when just the sound of her breathing changing would have me sitting up in bed wide awake. I ran downstairs and got her bottle so that when she started to wake up, I could just feed her instead of going downstairs while her mild fussing escalated to full-on crying. She went back to sleep for several hours, so our morning was uneventful.
I decided to get us out of the house, so I packed her up and we headed to Dunkin' Donuts, which is relatively new to Indianapolis and way too close to our house. Actually, it's really not that close, but it's close enough that it always seems convenient to drive there. I got a fabulous Milky Way hot chocolate, a bagel with what seemed like a brick of cream cheese on it (I did scrape most of it off), and some donuts, figuring that I'd eat them over the next few days. Uhhh, yeah. I think there might be one left. Gah.
My mom offered to stop by in the early afternoon so I could put some laundry in the wash. She even made me coffee -- a skill I've never quite acquired despite having the best coffeemaker ever. Later, O and I tried to take a walk around the neighborhood, but she didn't love it. I couldn't quite keep the sun off of her unless I put the hood up on both the infant carrier and the stroller, which basically enveloped her in a little stroller cocoon and looked really absurd.
Cindy came over around 9:30 to watch The Bachelor: London Calling (hello, guilty pleasure!), and we chowed on pizza and breadsticks -- neither of us had really eaten much all day. She stayed until about 11:30, and it was so nice to have the company.
no nightlight big enough
We went out for a bit yesterday and came home to realize that we left the front door wide open. Uh. We have a storm door, which makes it really hard to even see if the door is open or not from the street, but still.
And it couldn't have been worse timing -- Dan left this afternoon for a week of training out of town.
Front door open
+ overactive imagination
+ home alone without husband
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1 girl rocking in a corner practically sucking thumb
while envisioning various ways of meeting an untimely
demise at the hands of an intruder
My mom stopped by for a couple of hours late in the evening to help with Ms. Fussybritches, who seemed to know the instant her daddy left and let me know how she felt about the situation with incessant howling and not napping. While she was here, I inspected all of the closets, behind the shower curtain, looked under both beds, and even ventured down into the unfinished part of the basement. I was impressed at my bravery as I peered behind the scary furnace looking for whomever might be so bold as to enter someone's home in broad daylight, then camp out for over 8 hours. Though my rational mind knew that surely if someone had gotten in, they probably would have taken the opportunity to steal things and leave, or they would have grown weary of hiding and would have just come out and killed us already. Still, that didn't stop me from startling awake at every little creak of the house all night or jumping out of my skin when the cats leapt onto the bed.
It reminds me of the time when I lived alone that, upon being woken up in the middle of the night by a beeping noise I didn't recognize, I was convinced there was a murderer hiding in the loft closet sending and receiving text messages while waiting for the right moment to bludgeon me to death. What would they have said? "dude, wuz up? can't w8 2 kill da girl! c-ya." As it turned out, it was MY cell phone, sending out a sad, unfamiliar beep as the battery died.
I wonder if there's a category in the DSM for 35-year-olds who need a nightlight.
And it couldn't have been worse timing -- Dan left this afternoon for a week of training out of town.
Front door open
+ overactive imagination
+ home alone without husband
----------------------------------------
1 girl rocking in a corner practically sucking thumb
while envisioning various ways of meeting an untimely
demise at the hands of an intruder
My mom stopped by for a couple of hours late in the evening to help with Ms. Fussybritches, who seemed to know the instant her daddy left and let me know how she felt about the situation with incessant howling and not napping. While she was here, I inspected all of the closets, behind the shower curtain, looked under both beds, and even ventured down into the unfinished part of the basement. I was impressed at my bravery as I peered behind the scary furnace looking for whomever might be so bold as to enter someone's home in broad daylight, then camp out for over 8 hours. Though my rational mind knew that surely if someone had gotten in, they probably would have taken the opportunity to steal things and leave, or they would have grown weary of hiding and would have just come out and killed us already. Still, that didn't stop me from startling awake at every little creak of the house all night or jumping out of my skin when the cats leapt onto the bed.
It reminds me of the time when I lived alone that, upon being woken up in the middle of the night by a beeping noise I didn't recognize, I was convinced there was a murderer hiding in the loft closet sending and receiving text messages while waiting for the right moment to bludgeon me to death. What would they have said? "dude, wuz up? can't w8 2 kill da girl! c-ya." As it turned out, it was MY cell phone, sending out a sad, unfamiliar beep as the battery died.
I wonder if there's a category in the DSM for 35-year-olds who need a nightlight.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
missing the mini
This time last year, I was trudging my way through the 13.1-mile Indianapolis Mini Marathon. It was the fourth year in a row that I walked in it ... this year was to be my fifth. I was so pumped full of adrenaline after finishing that I immediately signed up for this year. And then, the following week, I got pregnant.
It's not so much that my body wouldn't be able to do it -- I feel pretty recovered at 3 months, though I'm still towing around a good 30 pounds I'd like to shed. I just haven't had the time to get out and walk regularly. I laugh now when I remember asking some friends if I'd be able to do the Mini at 3 months post-partum. They all said I would probably feel fine, but no one bothered to mention the toll of chronic lack of sleep or just not having time to exercise during the day, never mind shower or wash bottles or do laundry.
There's always next year ...
It's not so much that my body wouldn't be able to do it -- I feel pretty recovered at 3 months, though I'm still towing around a good 30 pounds I'd like to shed. I just haven't had the time to get out and walk regularly. I laugh now when I remember asking some friends if I'd be able to do the Mini at 3 months post-partum. They all said I would probably feel fine, but no one bothered to mention the toll of chronic lack of sleep or just not having time to exercise during the day, never mind shower or wash bottles or do laundry.
There's always next year ...
Thursday, May 1, 2008
12 weeks
I guess technically Miss Olivia isn't actually three months old until 5/7, but she's 12 weeks today. Close enough, right?
She went from this:
to this:
... in just three short months. She's grinning and talking a lot -- "ah goo" seems to be one of her favorite phrases these days -- and I think that a laugh isn't too far behind. She loves standing on our laps and looking around, and she finally noticed the cats (who are still none too pleased about the new family member).
People always said it would go quickly, but I had no idea. Who knew that sleep deprivation and weight gain would be so much fun?
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