8 am: Wake up only enough to attach baby for feeding
8:15: Consider showering while Mark is still home to watch baby
Check baby is breathing
8:45: Wake up enough to say goodbye to Mark
Check baby is breathing
9:30: Actually wake up to nurse, change diaper, choose adorable outfit for baby
9:40: Switch changing table cover because baby thinks it's funny to wait until the diaper is off to make a huge mess (give silent thanks that this time it doesn't involve washing my clothes, all the bathroom rugs, and the far wall)
9:45: Change diaper again (baby also thinks this is funny)
Enjoy morning hour baby is awake aatempning to play with 2 week old
Attempt "tummy time" and realize that as a modern mother, have no idea how to set a baby down on stomach
Manage to get baby down without strangling or dropping and be amazed how
entertaining looking at a plush soccer ball is to 2 week old
9:55: Realize being on tummy and having things near mouth has confused baby, feed briefly
Consider how much easier it would be to just be topless, reject based on week of snow
10: Return to play, realize am clearly best mommy in whole world when baby can raise head and push up on arms for a few seconds
10:30: Sling baby to be able to Accomplish Things
Get one load of laundry in washer or empty dishwasher
10:35: Plunk self on couch and flip on TV to remain there until Mark gets home, rotating between 1) feeding baby, 2) snacking on anything and everything, 3) geeling bad for getting crumbs on the sleeping baby, 4) checking to see if baby is breathing, 5) looking at serger and stack of flannel squares and thinking really should serge those cloth wipes, as all others are dirty and not currently in washer, 6) checking to see if baby is breathing, 7) looking at almost complete knit eggplant rattle and wishing had remembered to buy jingle bells last time at JoAnns, 8) checking to see if baby is breathing, 9) considering finishing the last few diaper covers I had been sewing when my water broke, and 10) checking to see if baby is breathing.
This sedentary afternoon is justified by thinking that when Mark gets home he'll hold the baby and I can get all those things done. Of course when he gets home he does take the baby... and then we all just snuggle on the couch for the rest of the evening. I can't wait until it warms up again and we can at least go for a walk and be less lumpish.
With this schedule (and the fact that basically the whole third trimester I had such terrible carpal tunnel that I couldn't knit) you can see how I haven't had a ton of blog fodder lately. Maybe as baby gets on a more solid schedule I'll start getting things done again and have more to say. We'll see.
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