Tomorrow I will be the parent of a three-week-old baby. YES. I know. It's true even though it seems impossible that it was that long ago I was being jabbed with a big needle in my back. Twice.
Three weeks! Where did the time go? Where did October go? Did you know that there is an election a week from today? And that Christmas is, uh, going to happen in the very near future? And after that it will be a WHOLE NEW YEAR and at that point I'll have to (gulp) go back to work?
This is just going waaaaay too fast. At this rate I'll be buying her a prom dress next month.
Chris went back to work this week so Claire and I are on our own during the days for the first time. While it's wonderful being at home with her and she definitely makes things easy, I'd be lying if I said I didn't already miss things like Other Adults, Intelligent Conversation, Accomplishing Complex Tasks, Starbucks and Being Uninterrupted For Hours.
Yesterday I actually called my voicemail at work and listened to my Professional Self ask me to leave a message, just to remind myself that these things still wait for me in the future.
Ah, yes. Being a mother is fulfilling and heart warming in a way I never thought possible but all of those other things people tell you are true too. You really do consciously give up things for yourself in favor of things for her.
And you do it with enthusiasm and joy and wonder how you ever lived a full and happy life before she was in it.
Save the projectile vomit incident, Claire continues to be The Perfect Baby. She's easy to soothe, eats well, sleeps well and she's getting more social by the day - which is really exciting. I think we're starting to see hints of real smiles and every time I spot what might be a hint of a dimple (just like Mama!) my heart melts all over again and I don't care that I've been wearing the same pajamas all day for a week.
Speaking of clothes, that situation has gotten a bit out of hand. My whole pregnancy I got away with owning one denim skirt, one pair of jeans and a pair of shorts. Thrifty and practical, no?
The trouble is now that it's cold outside the only thing I can still wear without looking Weather Inappropriate are the jeans. No surprise, I kind of hate those and they don't even fit properly. Without the Big Baby Belly they don't even stay up on my waist (Yes! I have a hint of a waist again!) and I'm constantly tugging them back up.
So I figured that maybe, just MAYBE, I should try out my old, pre-pregnancy pants. Just to see. You know, for fun? After lugging around the Big Baby Belly for so long I've been feeling positively svelte with my post-partum belly.
BIG BIG BIG MISTAKE. It hasn't even been three weeks. What in the hell was I thinking?
It was, obviously, a moment fraught with emotion. The damn pants wouldn't even go past my thighs. (Which is where I seem to have placed all of my "maternal fat stores." Yeah, it's a real thing. Look it up.) Once I saw how distorted and wonky my lower half was compared to what it used to fit into I wasn't feeling svelte any more.
I'll be venturing to the Palace of Cheap Pants (AKA Old Navy) this week to buy some pants in a size I don't care to acknowledge, because I just need some damn pants that fit. I might even rip the tags out.