Baby David is amazing birth control. Not for me, of course. Baby #2 is still a wish/in the works for David I. But after Mom and Me class this morning, Ashley has decided that she can wait a few years for a baby.
Yesterday, we went Matron of Honor dress shopping (You can click the link to see a picture of the dress.). DJ was a crankapotamous. The dress shops were closed until 11, so we went down to the oceanfront for photos, and then headed to lunch. DJ ate a ton of rice, beans, beef, and half of a Gerber spaghetti dinner. DJ may not look like me, but he loves food just as much as I do!
He was way too cranky for us to go dress shopping, so instead we went back home for him to nap. We went back out after he woke up, but his nap was all junky and he woke up quite a few times (Side Note: I always get frustrated when DJ drifts off to sleep, only to be woken up 20 minutes later because of a poop. Then he usually doesn't want to go back to sleep. What a cruel joke.). We got a dress, although I have to order it next paycheck. I think the zoo is way more fun than paying for a dress.
Later that night, DJ decided to continue his cranky day and refused to be left alone. I was trying to chop up veggies for a stir-fry (which turned out delicious), but he wanted to be held. He is growing 3 teeth, so some Orajel and Ibuprofin to help with the pain and swelling helped calm him down.When he finally got a bath and was in bed, I was so exhausted. Try not to be too jealous, but baby David has never had a day like that. Ever. He has always been a happy, smiley baby.
This morning we went to class, where DJ was a bit thrown off. Normally I sit him down, and he runs off to play, leaving me sitting alone. Today was the start of a new class, and there were lots and lots of new babies. I think when he became fully aware of all the new people, he was a bit freaked out. DJ sat in my lap for the first half of class, but eventually branched out and started socializing. I love that he is so social, and that he isn't too scared of new people.
But I can totally see why someone looking into my life would hesitate at the thought of having a baby. You are hindered by feeding and nap schedules, it takes 20 minutes to pack up and go somewhere, and once you get to your destination it takes another 10 minutes to get out of the car and in a stroller (Add an extra few minutes if it is cold and you have to bundle your little one up). If you are out and about and your baby is cranky and fussy, you can either deal with the fussiness, or go home. Usually I opt to go home, because not only does DJ need a nap, but most likely I need a break, too.
I think the challenges of motherhood are disproportionally huge until you become a mother. To an outsider, our lives are a mess of spit up, poop, and feedings. Sleepless nights are the norm. We walk around like zombies, swaying to the sound of screaming and crying. Sure, some days are crazy. Some days I question my decision to be a mother, and a stay at home Momma at that. But there are more times when I am in wonder of the miracle of pregnancy and birth. The joy of a smile from my son overwhelms me some days. And there are even more days when I am in awe of my life.
I am 23. I have a supportive, providing husband. I can pay my bills. I eat good food. I have nice things. My son is genuinely happy, and so am I. I am living my version of the American dream, and life can't get much better than that.
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