Is this thing on?
The last week has been crazy. I decided to go to Boston to see my cousin last weekend. I took the train. By myself! With no one else. I think I looked forward to the train ride most of all. FREE TIME! What the hell am I going to do with myself for five solid hours? I know, I’ll watch a movie. Except, no. I won’t watch a movie, because the optical drive on my macbook is broken. Except I didn’t think it was broken, I thought there was something stuck in there. Maybe a disc, or maybe a peanut butter and jelly sandwich decided to dock there. Either way, no disc was going in.
So instead, I decided to watch a helicopter fly alongside the plan for two hours. That was pure awesomeness, because I was totally anxiety ridden and wondering when the bomb was going to go off or when terrorists were going to come through and shoot us. I also felt as if I was in that scene from Goodfellas.
Pregnancy number two is pretty uneventful. I’m ok with this. I’m actually sleeping comfortably so far, despite not sleeping comfortably a month or so ago. I’m not a good side sleeper. But somehow, I’ve managed to get comfortable for now, and I’ll take it. My only complaint is the heartburn, but even that isn’t really complaint worthy because it’s pretty mild. I’ve started feeling movement on a more regular basis. Truthfully, I started feeling slight quickening a while ago, but now it’s a little more concrete feeling. And thankfully, unlike last time, I can decipher the difference between gas and baby. The movement has always been my favorite thing.
The Mini is repeating things left and right. And I keep forgetting how auditory he is. He’s a kid that is always listening to you, even when you think he’s not paying the slightest bit of attention (and even at his young age, I’ve proved this time and time again). Something that I have to keep reminding myself as I spouted off about how excited I was to be getting away by myself for a weekend, which I didn’t think he could understand or conceptualize until he was really upset about going to bed the night before I left, and very clingy and then waking up at 4 am SCREAMING from a bad dream. His six month evaluation is coming up for Early Intervention next month, and it’s hard to deny that he’s doing extrordinarily well. None of his teachers can really turn a blind eye to that. Which means that they’ll start to reduce his services. I’m kind of sad. Not that I think he still needs as much, but we all love his teachers. I couldn’t have asked for a better team of people. And while I would say that the beginning of his progress was due to him healing, now it’s all EI and of course us.
I’m just about done with my Christmas shopping. I want to be in the mood this year. I want to bake and make things, but I just can’t get into it this year. We finally put up our tree and I was hoping the Mini would be more into it, but instead screamed for YO GABBA GABBA. To him the tree isn’t fun unless he can hit it, yank the ornaments off or tug at the lights.
Maybe that’s why it’s been so hard to get into Christmas as of late. I know he’s not going to really remember it. Hell, I can’t remember when I started to have Christmas memories.