So it seems there is a big winter storm headed in my direction.  Every year, we get a couple of these dire winter storm warnings for southeast Virginia and they usually amount to a dusting of snow that melts as soon as the sun peaks out from behind the clouds. But it seems like this time it might be the real deal with a possibility of up to twelve inches of snow.  I’ll believe it when I see it, but I love the sense of anticipation of a winter storm.  A week ago, I was going a bit stir crazy from being cooped up in the house with a baby and a bug (the sickness bug, not the mutant cockroaches I wrote about last weekend).  Now, I’m kind of looking forward to nesting for a few days.

It’s a been a good week, give or take a couple of late nights of baby fussiness.  I’ve gotten out of the house every day this week-- which didn’t seem possible a month ago.  Funny how things change.  But Patrick has gotten a little older and is a little more predictable, which makes scheduled outings a little easier.  I’ve gotten my coffee fix several times this week, which is lovely.  Oh, how I’ve missed my coffee!  Between pregnancy, gestational diabetes and a newborn, I haven’t indulged my Starbucks cravings nearly enough in the past six months.  (Though I do wonder if Patrick absorbs the caffeine by osmosis while we’re there because his fussy nights seem to coincide with a trip to Starbucks.) Getting my coffee, doing a bit of writing and plotting, seeing some friends, feeling like I’m finding a new routine-- it all goes a long way to improving my overall mood.

Patrick is eight weeks old today and weighing in at a whopping 13 pounds.  He goes to the pediatrician next Friday for his two month checkup, so I imagine he’ll be weighing a little more by then.  It’s not all sunshine and rainbows (those fussy nights are truly exhausting and my back is in a permanent knot), but it’s gotten more manageable.  Enough so that when I saw my doctor earlier this week for my postpartum appointment, I mentioned that we might actually consider trying for another baby in the next year.  Crazy, huh?  Crazier still that my doctor was positively delighted.  We’ll see how I feel in a few more months.  Two babies under two?  I think the sleep deprivation is getting to me.

So here I sit on a Friday night, baby sleeping beside me and snow on the radar.  I’m soaking beans to make a hearty bean soup for tomorrow and I’m feeling the urge to bake a pan of my kickass brownies.  I got a writing check in the mail today and I got to see Jae and Shannon’s baby girl tonight.  There are things I wish were different, a certain melancholy I just can’t shake, but life is good and peaceful and (for the moment) quiet.

Bring on the snow.

Posted by Kristina in Pregnancy and Baby in Baby in Life at 11:48 PM Permalink