Four Years!
I can’t believe I’ve been a mom for four years! Or maybe I can. I can barely remember the first year, mainly because I’ve blocked it out. I can just remember seeing him for the first time and being knocked senseless by the love I felt for him. I started crying because I knew he was going to grow up and wouldn’t always be that tiny little newborn.
Now, of course, I know that a four year old is so much better than a newborn but you can’t tell a hormone laden postpartum mother anything.
He’s been wanting to be four for so long that I was sure he’d be happy today. That would be too much to ask, wouldn’t it? I announced that it was his real birthday and he was finally four. “When do I turn five? I want to be five!”
Typical.
Tonight I was telling him the story of his birth, sort of. Hard to explain a c-section to a little kid. Anyway, I got to the part where we took him to my mom and told her his name was Erik K3nt P@lsson and he freaked out. “That’s not my name! I’m just Erik! I’m just Erik!”
Then he finished the story by telling me he crawled away because he is not K3nt P@lsson.
Silly boy.
I think he mainly had a good day. We spent a few hours at a busy park, so he was able to make several friends. Too bad it ended abruptly when he threw dirt at one of his new friends. How embarrassing! On the way home, he finally told me he wasn’t throwing dirt. He was just trying to have a snowball fight with his best friend. Ugh. Let’s hope he won’t do that again.
He also went to his exercise class and seemed to have more fun this week. They’ve been working a specific muscle each week but this week I can’t figure it out. They’ve done triceps, biceps, glutes and abs. This week they did something with the legs. Erik couldn’t remember the name of the muscle, so I suggest quads, but he freaked out and said no. I tried to figure it out, but it wasn’t quads, thighs, calves, or hamstrings. Anyone know what you would call the muscles on the front of your thighs? I am at a loss and he kept asking me all night and pointing to the front of his thighs.
In other news, I am happy to report that my maternity coat problem has been solved! My friend is big into babywearing and other crunchy stuff and saw an ad for a used Kindercoat on one of her forums. It is a baby wearing coat, which is not something I’d ever thought about buying, but the price and size was right. I was a little concerned because the seller said she wore a size 16 and the coat was a little snug on her, but all the other research I could find about this size coat suggested it would fit me just fine (I could only wish I was a size 16). I think the woman must have some delusions about her real size because it was pretty loose on me and there’s no way I could fit into a size 16. Oh well. SCORE!
Now I may have to take up baby wearing to make this coat worth it. It’s the only coat I’ve ever owned that requires a video demonstration to figure out. I don’t think I need a demonstration to wear it as a straight maternity coat, but it has all kinds of zips and pockets in the front, back and side for sticking a baby under and letting the baby’s head pop out. It is not exactly stylish or chic. I really wish the other maternity coat would have fit because it was chic. I want to be stylish, but instead of a dressy, red wool coat I’m stuck with a sporty monstrosity. My choice, I know, but it still irks me that I always seem to have to settle instead of getting something fabulous. If I could just bring myself to part with a lot more money I suppose I wouldn’t have to settle as much. Or if I could lose about 100 pounds. I am so sick of being a fat ass. I’m bigger than I’ve ever been and am miserable with it. My metabolism was never great to start with, but it really took a hit this past year.
Speaking of losing weight, you may remember when I mentioned my cousin and her husband were supposed to lose a bunch of weight in 30 days if they wanted to adopt a baby from Korea even after they’d been told by their agency that there was no weight requirement. I finally heard the end results. They are getting a baby! I’m so excited for them. They want a girl since they already have a son, so they won’t be getting the baby until this summer most likely. They’ve been waiting a long time for this and I couldn’t be more thrilled for them. When she was pregnant with her son they discovered that she had a horned uterus so there wasn’t room for the baby to grow. Her son was born very early and in the NICU for a while. I haven’t heard much about it from her, but I read enough infertility blogs to know that days in the NICU are a special kind of hell. But now they are getting a new addition to their family and we are all so happy for them! I was really worried because I don’t know how you lose 20 pounds in 30 days. I guess you just starve yourself if you want it badly enough. Can you imagine the stress of having such high stakes? Lose the weight or no baby for you? I guess it would be very motivating, but I’m a stress eater so it would be hard.