Just one more week left
I have just one more week left of my maternity leave. Geesh where has all the time gone? I can’t believe 11 weeks have already passed. One of my co-workers recently asked me what I thought about motherhood so far and how I was adapting to being a mommy. I had to think about that one for a bit. I think at times I’m still getting used to being a mother. Heck, I’m still getting used to be being married!!! I’m still not really used to calling P my husband so you know how awkward referring to myself as mommy must be.
Baby K is sitting on the sofa, propped up on a few pillows just chillaxin right now. She woke up about an hour ago and isn’t hungry yet so she’s pretty content just looking around. This usually last a few minutes and then she gets bored. I’m amazed at how she’s grown in this short time. She is so much more interested in her surroundings (now taht she can see, ha) and she’s pretty good at holding her head up to look all around. The girl is not patient and gets bored failry quickly….this I must say she gets from me. She’s also “talking” a bit to us. She’ll make little noises to get our attention. We put her in her playpen so she can play with her bears. These are the little bears on her mobile. She really liked just looking up at them and kicking her feet. This keeps her entertained for a good 15 minutes. THose precious 15 minutes gives me enough time to run to the bathroom, get a drink or a snack and grab whatever essentials I need. When her mobile, which is a wind up, stops spinning and the music stops, she’ll often coo to let us know. “Helloooooo! These darn bears have stopped dancing.”
We were watching Knocked up for the 50th time last night, just cause it was on TV, and I asked P if things would feel different if we decided not to get married before K came along. He said that it would be different. That we would feel quite like a family. Being the progressive woman that I am, I didn’t think it was necessary to get married just cause we were expecting a lil one but I’m also glad that we did. I also agree that being married does bond us together more. Some people say its not important, that its just a piece of paper and that things wouldn’t be any different. True, our day to day probably would be pretty much the same, but its the underlying dedication and commitment that we’ve made to each other. Saying, “Hi, this is my husband,” and “Hi, this is my baby daddy,” just don’t have the same ring to it. Hee hee.
So with one week left, I wanted to soak up every moment I could with K. I think I might spoil her a bit this week and let her skip a few naps in her crib just so I can hold her and look at her when she’s napping. I already get a bit teary when I think about not being with her. I know that will pass and I’ll be happy to be back in the swing of things but I already warned my team at work that if I get all red eyed and weepy to just ignore me for a few minutes, hee hee.
