maternity underwear is a joke

Just buy granny panties. If you've had a baby, you know what I mean. Maternity underwear is a rip off. I still wear maternity underwear (6 months post birth) and there is no difference between them and my favorite granny panties.

A glance into the past

This one goes out to all my preggo friends...

It's amazing how quickly and revealing 2 minutes and 3 seconds can be. It was Friday, August 8th, 2008. Q and I were gearing up to meet our friends at O'Dowd's for a beer after a long tough week at work. We had carpooled to work that day (yes, this was during our brief effort to be more green). On our way home we talked about how it was so strange that my time of the month slipped right on by without "presenting itself". Q suggested I take a pregnancy test for peace of mind to drink (and enjoy) the beers I was so pumped to consume.

So we arrived home, let the dog out, took the test, did a few other things, looked at the test... HOLY SHIT, was I pregnant? Quentin left the house, bought 2 more tests, came back and I sent him to meet our friends since we were supposed to meet them about an hour before. Our story was that I came down with a terrible headache and just wanted to chill.

While Q was at the bar, I took the other 2 tests and emailed him a pic of all 3 tests showing positive signs.

So this was the beginning...

Parent Teacher Conference...for a 6 Month Old?

We had an interesting day today. E's daycare had parent/teacher conferences this afternoon. When I first heard about it, I was actually nervous. Are they going to tell me that I am not feeding him the right things? Or that we aren't reading to him enough? My fears actually turned into laughter when I thought they might tell me that he was drooling too much. I had nothing to worry about. (Which I should have known). His daycare is awesome. They gave us pictures of him during water play and sitting in a pumpkin. They talked about what foods they are introducing and shared his first piece of artwork.

The only criticism they had is that we need to work with Elliot on his socialization. Socialization? I was confused. E? Not sociable? The kid smiles when the dog walks by. He laughs when he farts. He flirts with any female he lays his eyes on (regardless of age). Then I was told "E wants to be the center of attention. ALL of the time". Ok...I got it. He wants to entertain. If he notices someone NOT looking at him, he will cough or fuss. Not a lot. But just enough to prove "made you look"! I understand that this might make their job a little harder in a group setting,..but I will NOT ignore him when I get home from work. He is my source of entertainment in the evenings. I only have 2 hours with him before bed. I am going to make the most of it. Thanks but no thanks! If I am going to feel guilty about anything, it will be that I am not getting warm meals on the table after work. Not that I am paying too much attention to my baby.

He's Home!!

E spent 24 hours at gma and gpa's for the first time without mom OR dad. I MORE than trust them with our 6 month old, but it didn't stop me from crying when we said our goodbye's Sunday afternoon. I knew that this was the first of many "releases" that I will face in my life. E goes to preschool, then college (other schooling in between I am guessing), and then marries the love of his life...

I got home tonight from work after putting in another 9.5 hour day and couldn't do anything but hug and kiss my baby boy. Did he miss me? Did he notice I was not there? I was only able to spend a total of 1 hour with him before it was his bedtime. Life is too short for this.