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I realized the other day that I hadn't updated this thing in three months. Would you believe I actually read my friends page a few times a day?
Mommying has been so fun. I've had almost four months of spending every day with my little guy (who now weighs 17 pounds by the way), and it's amazing to watch him change. He found out he has hands and can put them in his mouth to make his little gums feel better. He can almost roll over if he could just figure out how to tuck that shoulder. He lifts his head and shoulders up and rocks back and forth. He almost got his knees under him the other day. And on Saturday he figured out he has a left leg and he can grab it.
This morning, I dropped him off at daycare for the first time. And I just feel bad. Bad is the only word I can use. I wish he had been asleep. But no, he was looking at me with this look like "mom, what is this place?" I know he's going to have fun. I know he's going to get great care. But I miss him already. I selfishly want him to be with me. I know that's not good for him and daycare will teach him all kinds of things that I can't while I'm working. But, I wanna play too. And I'm afraid. I'm afraid he's going to wonder why I left him there. This just sucks.
In other news, I've been on weight watchers for a few weeks and I've lost 7.5 pounds. Go me!
And I recently borrowed my sister's West Wing DVDs. I was never that into the show when it was on network, but I started watching on Bravo. Now, watching from the beginning, I have to wonder why this show hasn't made it to the top of the best TV shows ever list. Seriously. No TV show ever had better writing. Ever.
I'm going to go work now. The sooner I get to work, the sooner I'm done. And the sooner I can get my little guy and give him lots and lots of cuddles.
Mommying has been so fun. I've had almost four months of spending every day with my little guy (who now weighs 17 pounds by the way), and it's amazing to watch him change. He found out he has hands and can put them in his mouth to make his little gums feel better. He can almost roll over if he could just figure out how to tuck that shoulder. He lifts his head and shoulders up and rocks back and forth. He almost got his knees under him the other day. And on Saturday he figured out he has a left leg and he can grab it.
This morning, I dropped him off at daycare for the first time. And I just feel bad. Bad is the only word I can use. I wish he had been asleep. But no, he was looking at me with this look like "mom, what is this place?" I know he's going to have fun. I know he's going to get great care. But I miss him already. I selfishly want him to be with me. I know that's not good for him and daycare will teach him all kinds of things that I can't while I'm working. But, I wanna play too. And I'm afraid. I'm afraid he's going to wonder why I left him there. This just sucks.
In other news, I've been on weight watchers for a few weeks and I've lost 7.5 pounds. Go me!
And I recently borrowed my sister's West Wing DVDs. I was never that into the show when it was on network, but I started watching on Bravo. Now, watching from the beginning, I have to wonder why this show hasn't made it to the top of the best TV shows ever list. Seriously. No TV show ever had better writing. Ever.
I'm going to go work now. The sooner I get to work, the sooner I'm done. And the sooner I can get my little guy and give him lots and lots of cuddles.