Zombiemom

Friends of ours from T's and K's daycare just had a baby boy, their second child.  After 63 grueling hours of labor, he entered the world at 7lbs7oz.  A beautiful bundle of joy that I won't be visiting anytime soon.

Its not that I don't want to see the adorable little newborn and the beaming happy parents.  But, I have two very good reasons for not visiting in the near future.

1: I'm sick with a cough.  Enough said.  No one should ever go visit a newborn if they are sick.

2: I don't want to burst their bubble.

Let me clarify #2 a little bit.

I'm exhausted.  I haven't slept for more than 4 hours in a night for a long, long time.  Too often, 4am is when I start my day.  Even if I can get K to have a good sleeping night, something else fills the void.  Door bells being rung at midnight, T coming into our room asking where her binky is, our dog barking at something outside or just being creepy (seriously, why does he stand between us at night and just stare??!!).

Sure our new parents-of-2 friends are also tired.  Their first is just about 3 years old, and after 3 days of labor, I know they are wiped out.  But that's a different kind of tired.  You have a whole lot of adrenaline going, you're excited about your growing family, you've been able to store up some reserves for the sleep drain that's coming.  Nearly 8 months after K's arrival, I am plain worn out.  I don't have anything left.  There's no adrenaline, no reserves.  I'm running on empty.  I can't remember where I park my car anymore, and I can barely make a full sentence.

So, even if I weren't sick, I still wouldn't be visiting our friends right away.  Just the sight of me might send them into tailspins regarding the adventure they are now on and fill them with questions and doubt.  They deserve to be able to go into this era blindly, blissfully, ignorantly happy with thoughts of "I know we can, I know we can" chanting in their heads.  They'll figure it out soon enough.  By that point, hopefully, we're in a different phase ourselves where the little people in our home are sleeping soundly through the night and I can look back and say, "Oh, yeah.  That was rough, but you'll get through it," with some element of confidence.

So, Congrats M, K, and big sister A!  I hope you didn't actually read this and lose all hope!  Get whatever rest you can!  I'll be bringing you dinner soon, even if I only leave it at the doorstep and run!


yep, that looks about right.

All night long

Although I was a little young at the time, I consider myself a child of the 80's.  I can sing most of the musical repertoire from the era from memory, watched every family sitcom, and was quite the fashionista (insert mental image of paint splattered T shirt, tied at the waist, over spandex with my Punky Brewster sneakers.  One of my favorites was Lionel Richie.  Dancing on the Ceiling was a big hit for me and I loved watching the music video (remember those?), pretending I was up on my ceiling. I had no idea what half of those songs actually meant.

Another favorite LR song of mine will forever be changed.  As I sang along to it quite loudly in lab (I was solo this morning), I realized that it must be K's theme song.  I've never heard of a baby being quite so happy to be awake in the middle of the night.  Through her BAs, DAs, AHs, grunts, and squeals, I can actually hear her sing:

We're going to Party, Kalamu, Fiesta, forever
Come on and sing my song!

All night long (all night), All night, (all night)
All night long (all night), All night, (all night)
All night long (all night), All night, (all night)
All night long (all night)

Oh baby girl.  If I didn't miss you so much during the day, I might be a little more annoyed.  But I can't help it, you are so darn cute when you babble like that!  So, I will listen to you sing, (all night long), and smile and try to sleep.  So now, my favorite LR song is a favorite for another reason.  It will forever remind me of this short span of time when you were so happy just to be awake at 1:00am.

yawn

Man - oh - man.  Things are really starting to catch up with me.  23 weeks preggo and still nauseated, trying to get a paper published, trying to finish my last couple of experiments and write my thesis, trying to be super mommy and have an amazing Christmas that T will remember forever (even though she is way too young to form those long lasting memories).  Phew!

After B left this morning with T to take her to "school", I plopped myself down on the couch and ate my breakfast in silence.  Ahh.  Two years ago, while pregnant with T, I might have just taken a nap for 30-45 minutes, but there is just too much to get done - every.single.day.  Is it bad that I am eagerly anticipating Saturday morning when we get to sleep in until 8:00am, and I intend on using TV to make sure the little one is on board?  Bad momma, huh?  Whatevs, I'm pooped.

OK, that's enough bellyaching from me.  Back to work.  Today could be a great day with awesome results, so I need to get to it.  Before I do, here is some cuteness for you!

Haha, this is how we're getting all those handmade gifts done this year - my own little sweatshop!  We keep it cold in there to keep productivity up, thus the hat and runny nose!  (Seriously, those are my hands, she just wanted some lap time!)

Our little shutterbug!

Ahh, a sweet moment on Thanksgiving!