It's day 3 of being a sedentary couch potato. 90 days to go. Today's Friday and I am dreading the weekend. As much as I love my little boy, he is going to want to do stuff and I won't be able to do anything with him. I can't take him outside, I can't go for a walk, even, I have to sit on my ass all day. How do you explain that to a two year old? Sorry, Neil, mommy has to stay sedentary so your brother, who you don't really realize is going to be here in 3 months, can live. Doesn't really translate to a 2 year old, does it?
there's only so many puzzles and arts & crafts we can do. Hopefully D. will be willing to take Neil out and do stuff with him. Usually on the weekends we go into town, or go ski-doing or something. But it's always me who's the one who's suggesting things. If it were's D.'s choice, he would spend weekends relaxing - because he works so hard all the other times.
I'm being hard on him, though, because he already does so much more around the house than any other husband I know. He cleans, he does dishes, he does laundry, he cleans up after himself. None of my friends' husbands do that. So I know I'm lucky. And already this week since I've been home he's been doing so much more.
How am I going to get through this? One day at a time? Yadda, yadda, yadda. I think once I get to 32 weeks I'll be able to breathe a little easier. I'll have past the 2 milestones (Riley - 29 weeks, Neil - 31 weeks) and then every day and week we go longer will be an added bonus. So that's 5 weeks. 35 days. I can do this, right? On boy...
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