Eight months, he’s crawling, teething for a few months now and not napping. At. All. Testing my ability to be coherent, sane and nice.
I am trying to keep myself busy doing things that I like, things that don’t entail diaper changes, bottle feedings, and ambesol. I have been purging and getting rid of stuff that is simply holding me back. I refuse to keep materialistic things based on the notion that one day I will use it. I have been spending my days obsessed with wanting things to be in order and I think it stems from my lack of wanting to concentrate on what my next step will be in my life.
I was never going to be just a full-time stay at home mom. My husband and I agreed that I would stay home until the baby turns one and I will then return to work while he goes to daycare. The notion of that right now makes me sick too as I look at him and can’t possibly imagine being away from him for too long.
Am I a bit obsessive? Maybe.
Am I totally in love? Absolutely.
So what’s next on my agenda after purging my home? Getting my brain in someone kind of working order. Pregnancy brain has taken a toll on my brain cells and am looking forward to reclaiming them.
