Wow...the other half and I have managed to survive another month. I'm just kidding. Baby X isn't that bad...wait...I feel like every time I say something positive about Baby X he flips and that one thing I said he was good about slowly slips away into the abyss of things he used to be. I've learned my lesson. There will be no more of that. Whenever someone asks a question I'm going to be as vague as possible. How does he sleep? Mehh...he sleeps enough. How does he like the car seat? Mehh...he sits in it. How's his appetite? Actually that's the one thing I don't think will change. Little piglet eats...a lot. It's only been two months and X has already doubled his birth weight. He now comes in at 12.7 lbs and 23.5 inches. My teeny tiny chicken legged baby is now my little chunky monkey, and I love it! His thighs are my favorite right now. They're just so cute and pinchable. The stand out negative of this weight gain though, for me, has to be the backaches I'm starting to get from having to carry him. Arm rests only help when you're stationary. Once I have to walk around with him...fuggedaboutit. Maybe the heavier he gets the more that will help with my weight loss? I hope so, because my one month goal to loose all the baby weight failed miserably. Throwing down a pint of haagen-daz coffee ice cream in a day probably doesn't help either. SMH...me and my addictions.
Aside from my food vices, not much has been going on in the land of X...not much that is except that yesterday X got his first round of shots and he took it like a champ. I, however almost broke down and cried. I didn't even watch the dreaded poke. When did I become so soft? It's so heartbreaking hearing your baby cry out of pain.
A few hours after the shots and X's temperature was slowly on the rise. He never officially had a fever, but it was close enough to put X's dad into panic mode. If you really know X's dad then you'll know how...how very overly cautious he is. We are polar opposites in that sense. Where he cares too much, I just don't care enough. Not saying I don't care about my baby. I love my baby, but I'm not about to lose my shit with a little temperature rise, especially when it's after something like a round of vaccinations where the possible side effects include, what else...A fever. Hopefully X doesn't inherit his dads overbearing paranoid tendencies. I'm mentally preparing myself for more of these 'ohmygodwhatdowedo' moments. After all We're only two months in on a lifetime of angst and I'm sure it doesn't get any easier. Eventually we'll get into a groove and hopefully the crazed paranoia X's dad exudes will dissipate. God I'm going to get so much shit for this. If you're reading this husband...heart you!
So other than X's shots, nothing exciting has happened. I completely forgot to post pictures of X's first real bath last week, but I'm deciding against it since this blog is embarrassment enough for him. Here are some pictures that are a little less embarrassing...sort of.
More anecdotes and pictures next week. Time to window shop on the Internet.
