Huge

One year ago today was my due date. I was living on the edge of my seat, with every practice contraction an omen of what was to come. I was anxious and excited, and had no idea what was going to happen.

The day came and went. I was sad... and fat. Here's proof:

I went to work that day and everyone said, "You shouldn't be here." or "What are you doing here?" or "You don't even look like you've dropped."

All things a 9+ month pregnant woman wants to hear. 

It all worked out in the end I suppose. 

Sleep-less Beauty

I feel like I am on a roller coaster of sleep. We started keeping the kid in his crib all night. I'm not bringing him to bed anymore, and D is being awesome and helping me with getting up and putting the monster back down. Some nights, like Sunday, he only woke up twice. TWICE! And he only nursed once. It was the best night of sleep I have had in over a year, as I didn't sleep terribly well while incubating. But then the very next night, last night... oh God... a little something like this:
9:15- in bed
12:30- wake up and get put back to sleep
1:30- wake up, nurse and go back down
2:00- wake up, and get put back to sleep
2:30- wake up, and get put back to sleep
3:30- wake up, cry forEVER- mom wants to poke her eyes out, nurse, fall asleep, but NEVER GO BACK TO SLEEP!!!!!!

We tried putting him back down, but he INSISTED on staying up. Our solution: get out of bed at 5 AM and have breakfast all together- something we NEVER get on the weekdays.

So work was, well, interesting. I can't say I was all there. To top it off I think my allergies are attacking me.

Here's hoping tonight the roller coaster is set to coast.

Hands Up!

I love that when babies start to run they throw their hands up for balance. It is by far the cutest thing Gideon has done. We were told it would be a fast transition from walking to running. The books/blogs/parents didn't lie. All the boy does is run laps around the living room. And we are blessed/cursed with a dare devil. The kid has no problem when he eats it face first into the ground. He's running, full speed, then BAM! eats it hard, crawls over to whatever is close, stands up, and gets to running again. No tears, no whining.

I have been getting a lot of advice: (thank you very much!) on sleep solutions. Nothing has changed yet. In  fact last night I suffered this sleep log:
11:20- get him from the crib and give him a teet.
12:20- roll over to the other side and pull out boob.
1:20- roll over and pull out boob.
3:20- roll over and pull out boob.
5:20- roll over and pull out boob.
6:15- final alarm clock goes off. Because, well,  I set 4.

That's what it's been like the last couple weeks. I want to stab myself in the eye.

Other than that the boy is a joy.

God save me from my restless nights....