Monday, October 01, 2007

Two weeks, where did you go?


I meant to post many times over the past two weeks, but because my husband was out of town, it turned out that I had, oh, approximately four seconds to myself during that time. And four seconds is just not enough time to post, even if your posts are as banal and unthought-through as mine are. My mom did visit for the second week, but the help she provides is more of the cooking/cleaning/errand-running variety, with an ongoing monologue and a few compliments thrown in. She isn't exactly chomping at the bit to oversee the childcare routine. She did, however, hold the baby during our first attempts at rice cereal, though the photo I have selected from these adventures is one where my husband is holding the baby. My mother is not that flat-chested, nor does she have ripped pecs.

There are many moms who receive my enduring respect. Moms of multiples. Moms of special-needs kids. Moms with PPD. SAHMs. Full-time WOHMs. But after the last two weeks, my current #1 must be single moms (though I suppose single moms of special-needs multiples may trump). When I was pregnant, I read Anne Lamott's book, Operating Instructions, which is a great thing to read when you're pregnant and not a single mom-to-be, since you can appreciate the honesty of the book while simultaneously thinking, "Well, it won't be that rough for me since I don't have to go it alone." And when you do have to go it alone, it's temporary. I really don't know how people manage. When I was in my late 20s and swingle, I thought that if I ever found myself still unattached at the impossibly old age of, say, 35, I would have a kid on my own. And that might still have been the right thing for me to do, but it sure wouldn't have been as simple as I was envisioning it. To make a long story slightly shorter, I sure was glad when my husband returned late Friday night, though I was quite displeased to find that he was SICK from burning the candle at both ends (and poor hygiene). So I didn't get a break right away, but I did have someone to nag, which was nice. (An aside: our baby nurse told us that she had once worked with a woman who was a single mom of triplets - she and her then-husband had done IVF, and about halfway through the pregnancy, she found out he'd been cheating on her for months, so she ditched him. That man deserves a special place in hell.)
And in other, happier news, congrats to Thalia on the birth of her beautiful daughter. And please be thinking of Hopeful Mother today as she delivers her twins via c-section!

7 comments:

Mary Ellen said...

Love the picture. So cute!

TLB said...

Looking forward to seeing the young man, and yourself of course, this weekend.

My Reality said...

I am glad you husband is home. Because that means you have time to post some seriously cute pictures. I heart So.ren!

OHN said...

That baby in the photo is so adorable it should be against the law :) Those days of wearing more food than eating it were so much fun! Actually I was the one wearing most of it from having it spat upon me..especially meats...the boys HATED meats.

By the way, if your mom is done at your house, could you send her over?

Jane said...

Great picture -- for the first time, I can actually see a little of you in him. Mainly, I think, it's the expression. There's something very adorably SER about it...

Alice said...

I really enjoy your blog. I'm confused though by your profile where you write that you were dismayed when the FET worked. That sounds like it was a bad thing!

Anyway, your baby is adorable!!!

Motel Manager said...

Good point, Alice. That'll teach me to change my profile during heavy sleep deprivation! I've updated it now.