Why, I believe it is time, and I seem to have some on my hands!
We just got back from the doctors office and our little guy now weighs 8 1/2 lbs and is 21″ long. I can’t believe how huge he is now, but we still get stopped whenever we go out in public with comments about how little he is. While we were there the Rookie got his 4 month immunizations. His scream just cut me right to the heart, but after a snuggle and his pacifier, he’s been out like a light. Which is awesome because he didn’t sleep at all last night and I am worked.
While my list of things to do is never what you might call short, I currently don’t have anything to do that MUST get done by a certain date. I have to finish a baby present for one of my dearest friends whose baby is turning one year old any day now, and I have about three dozen birthdays I’ve missed that I must catch up on, and there’s always my never ending house project, but since I’ve already missed all those deadlines, I think I’m safe if I go run and take a nap.
A nap. Ha! I get a nap. Somebody pinch me.
Bear’s back in town and has already started his new job, which is going well so far. The residents are already asking when I’m going to bring the baby around to visit, and the ladies knitting group is awaiting me.
The blessing was wonderful and the party went pretty smoothly. It was so wonderful seeing so much of our family. At the actual service I just bawled. It all just seemed to hit me at once; all we’d waited for, all we’d fought for, everything we white knuckled our way through, it was all worth it. The day I’d been imagining for eight years. The day I’d been afraid would never come. He’s healthy, I’m healthy, Bear has a great job….I have everything I ever wanted. Including a nap.