The lack of enthusiasm makes me feel bad. I mean, I wanted this baby right? Truly I did. But not exactly right now. And with Ryan's recent sleeping trouble and his nose dive into the land of terrible two, I'm realizing how incredibly overwhelmed I'm going to feel with three (and two in diapers). Sometimes I wonder what I was thinking. But I wasn't thinking. I rarely make decisions based upon reason and logic (and this wasn't even a decision I made- it was more like a surprise).
I feel incredibly ungrateful for this wonderful gift of a child that I wanted so passionately, before I had received it. I know things will get better. I'm trying to wrap my head around the exciting things. Like names, and baby clothes, and the addictive smell of newborns. I mean, there's a reason why I really wanted another baby when Ryan shed his babyhood....and I am on a mission to remind myself of all of those wonderful reasons.
People in our house are starting to get sick. This means that people are getting cranky and crabby. And by people, I mean my husband. I made some homemade chicken noodle soup for all the sickies and now my house smells amazing! I know what I'm eating for lunch this week!
The kids have been really interested in making forts lately I love it because it's the one game they play together without any fighting. They take their piles of blankets and stuffed animals ans pile them in unique spots all around the house. Jacob is the leader and master fort designer and Ryan is in charge of quality control. He tests the strength of the fort walls with his brute force and renegade leg kicks. Then he sits patiently in the middle of the fort waiting for Jacob to make all the final last minute adjustments. Today there were at least three different versions of "the fort." The final one ended up like this:
Later, Ryan gave us a little fashion show.
When Ryan and my husband (the sickies) were napping, I took Jacob with my to the gym. He played in childcare while I ran and tried to lift some weights and do weight machines. I really didn't do many weights (I'm starting slow and trying to work really hard on my form) but somehow, I threw out my back. This is the third time I've thrown out my back since Ryan was born. I also threw it out once in lawschool after my one and only half marathon.
The pain is excruciating. I can't stand straight. I can barely walk. I can't sit. Everything except for laying down hurts. And with two little kids and a full time job, I'm not going to be doing much laying in the near future. I suffered through my pain long enough to make dinner, clean up, and help get the kids to bed. Now I'm going to snuggle in my bed with the space heater turned up to 95 degrees (shhh, don't tell my husband!) while I veg on the internet and get Wheat Thin crumbs all over the bed (shhh, don't tell my husband!).