Well it’s been 7 weeks and I’m sad to report that I only have a week and a half left of maternity leave to enjoy with this little guy in our happy baby bubble of poo, giggles and naps. Alas, the real world calls…
As the gravity of that statement starts to set in I am realizing several things…
1) I am freaking out - how could it have gone by so fast?! What will it be like to spend an entire day without Wyatt, but thinking about him, and then do it again, day after day after day?!
2) None of my clothes fit and I’ve made a life rule never to wear sweatpants in public (of course I made that rule long before I was pregnant…). As a stair-step back to the real world I have already made an effort to change out of my ‘house-wear’ before BD comes home. I decided the least I could do for the guy is make an effort to look nice! But it did take me four weeks to come to the point where I conceded that his need to see me in something other than sweatpants and t shirts (and perhaps with a little mascara) outweighed the desire to wrap myself in a cocoon of elastic-topped comfort all day, every day.
3) I’m going to have to master the breast pump in short order and get over my fear of a salesman walking in on me while I have my shirt pulled up to my armpits, this contraption strapped to my chest and of course, the inescapable rythmic soundtrack phhhhhh-ssssssss, phhhhhh-ssssssss, phhhhhh-ssssssss…
But first things first, I’m off to get my hair dyed this afternoon for the first time in 9 months!
And then, to the mall!


