I am still taking her to work with me at least once a week, and so the bathroom selfies are still happening. Someone on Facebook said they couldn't see R at first and thought I was making a pregnancy announcement.
But OMG can you even imagine?
In case you forgot where we came from...
I'll save the rest of this for my month three baby recap (later this week hopefully), but R is just the absolute sweetest baby. My mom told me recently that I'm bound to have a crier next time, because this girl, you guys. She melts my heart.
I was talking to my mom on the phone a few days ago, and she said, "You sound really, really good." So I don't know if I've been in a bit of funk lately or maybe some postpartum blues or whatever, but I not only have been feeling good physically, I'm more optimistic about this whole daycare situation. I mean, lots of people put their kids in daycare! That's why there are waiting lists six months long--because lots of people work! In the blog world, it sometimes seems like everyone is a stay-at-home mom, but in real life there are so many working moms. Sure, about once a day I am crushed by an overwhelming weight of The Mom Guilt, but otherwise I feel like maybe I can do it after all.
We found a daycare at a church that is on my way to work, so I will be the one dropping her off and picking her up AND since it's fairly close to my work, I plan on going to visit R/feed her during my lunch hour! So that makes me really happy that I will have the chance to see her if I want, and I'm just praying that we will know if she is being taken care of well while we aren't with her.
These are the things I get excited about now. Mom life and stuff.
Okay, so before I sign off I'll share a quick Jordan story because this post needs some beard.
Jordan had a funny moment last week... he told the guys at work he could do 100 pushups, so of course they dared him to do it right then, and of course he tried to because boys. He got to 60 and then said (direct quote), "My triceps broke."
Then later he woke me up in the middle of the night that night complaining about not being able to move his arms and that he was pretty sure his bicep had ripped open.
I told him to go back to sleep and that I did not at all feel bad for him.
Hashtag married life.
p.s. It's November, which means it's almost Christmas tree time, which means I'm reminding you about one of my favorite family stories from two years ago. You should go read it. Click here. You're welcome.