My due date for our third was May 3. Seeing that this pregnancy was right behind my last one, with almost no break, I thought for sure I’d be right on time or even early, assuming that my body never really fully recovered from Walker and would just know what to do. But as usual, I was wrong. Little man just took his sweet time.
Still no baby over here, but definitely some contractions on and off. Little boy is sitting so low, right between my now widened hips. Things gotta be getting ready down there. Or else I wouldn’t hurt so much and feel what I’m feeling. How I’m still functioning at this point I really don’t know. I’m such a zombie right now, moving from one mess to another, only for it to be a mess again 5 minutes later. We spent the entire weekend prepping for baby #3. Nothing like last minute, right? Picked up the 3rd car seat on Friday, as well as a crib. Just ordered the crib mattress and some other odds and ends. Packed our hospital bag, stocked up on diapers, cleaned and caught up on laundry, moved furniture around, made some good meals at home. Did a lot of walking at Costco, soaked in a good message at church and played outside with the boys as much as possible. I keep moving because it helps take my mind off the fact that the small cramps I’m feeling are going to turn into big cramps soon enough and we’re going to have to rush to the hospital to get the party started for a third time. I can’t wait to see him though. I want more than anything for this pregnancy to be over with so he can be on the outside world with us and we can all start adjusting together. But most of all, I just want to make sure he is healthy, and pray that all goes well to get him out safely. Well, my eyes are burning so I guess I should get my glasses on, roll some Night serum on my eyes, eat an ice cream sandwich, start the dishwasher and go try to get comfortable on my bed. Who knows, maybe something will kick in officially tonight! Fingers crossed. Otherwise tomorrow is life as usual until this boy decides to make his appearance.
My bestie Heather by Hand threw me a little tea party baby shower this past weekend at Buttercup Cakes (& Farmhouse) in downtown Santa Cruz! On the weekends they offer “high tea” and it’s quite the popular outing around these parts. Heather and I would love to make it a monthly ritual because it’s just absolutely lovely. The decor and china and tea sandwiches and options for scones and teas is just marvelous. You feel very girly and fancy, like a queen! And for us Downton obsessed fans, it’s the perfect place for girl time and in my case, a baby shower!
I don’t know what it is, but I just can’t keep my cool lately, and it’s eating me up inside. Every morning I’m stressed with getting our life together and out the door on time. I’m quick to irritate and lose my patience. I dare say I have quite the temper these days. When it takes me asking Jace 5 times to do something before I have to use my stern, mean, mom voice or when he decides to have a meltdown in the most inopportune time when I really need us to get situated in or out of the van, is when I blow my lid.
Well, it’s been 3 months now since we’ve moved back to California. For some reason it feels like longer than that, but still 3 months, all the same. Although this gorgeous weather has been making it easy to remember the good things about living the coastal life, I think we’ve had a hard time adjusting. I’m working from home now and Rob is home with the kids all day. Temporary I know, but still hard when I have to be “on” at work to get projects done and sit in on conference calls, etc. and the kids are crying or screaming or the TV is blaring. It’s been hard for me to turn Mom off and work on. But, bless Rob’s heart, he’s doing the best he can to keep the kiddos occupied and engaged, and every morning we have our morning meeting upstairs in the office to talk about the day’s schedule so he knows when to get the boys out of the house. At the same time, Jace is very clingy to Rob and desperate for friends again, so we’re anxious for him to start preschool around here to get back into some kind of routine where he can build up his independence again. And Mr. Walker is in that delicious baby stage where he’s more alert and awake and wants to be active with Jace, so even more to think about, on both Rob and I’s part (especially with all the bite-size toys and legos around here!). This work home life is truly a blessing, we just need to get better at it. And I know Rob will eventually go back to work once he finds something that suites him, but for now, we’ll just have to juggle the every day and support each other in getting balance and some alone time, where we can turn the attention back to ourselves and hit the gym, or the mani salon, or just wind down together on a Friday night after the long work week with a sunset walk on the beach. Nothing is more enjoyable than skipping rocks into calm waves, smelling that ocean air and seeing Jace run up and down the beach with the sunset in back view. That little one has so much energy, which is part of the reason we’re so spent by the end of every day! We do thank God for this chance right now to keep the boys home and not in daycare, and need to remember to simply enjoy it before schedules kick in again and late night movie loft nights aren’t an every day thing. For now, I’m going to enjoy the craziness because it lets me have lunch with my family every day and snuggle Walker when he wakes up from his naps. I also think these sunsets walks need to officially become a weekly ritual, to help us reflect on the week and the gift of each day we’re given.