M is back at work today, and life returns to normal. I’m really proud of myself and how easily I’m adjusting to being a mom again. Despite sleeping like a rock all last week, not even waking up when PJ started making noise in his room, I woke up at the first thump from his room. I pushed through the mild nausea I always have when I first wake up and got him up. He actually seemed happy to see me, even though he was calling for his daddy at first (I guess since his daddy had gotten him up for the last week). It’s amazing how well we’re both coping with yet another change, even if it is a change back to the familiar.
The nausea is better than it has been in months, too. I had one bad spell for about ten minutes right before lunch, and other than that, it’s been nearly nonexistent all day. I might just make it through. Before long, I might even be able to start weaning myself off the medicine.
M’s parents are still supposed to be coming to visit sometime this week, but it’s already this week and we haven’t heard yet when they’re planning to show up. They better not surprise me today or anything. This is actually the perfect time for them to come. I feel mostly fine, so they won’t be able to use my morning sickness as a ploy to get PJ to go home with them. But I’m still weak enough that I welcome any help I can get. I can do everything I need to do to take care of the two of us, but I don’t turn down offers of help. The timing couldn’t be better. I’m just not looking forward to the constant mothering criticism I know I’m in store for. My fuse is just a bit shorter than usual, thanks to these hormones, so I’m worried I’ll snap at some point instead of patiently defending my choices in raising PJ. That won’t be good for our relationship, I know.
Oh, we found out a few days ago that PJ can crawl back into his toddler bed now. He still doesn’t want to sleep there, but at least if he wants to, he doesn’t have to wait for us to put him back in his bed. I consider that progress. If only he didn’t get out of his bed by catapulting himself headfirst onto the floor, then we might be able to get rid of the feather bed we have on the floor to cushion his fall. That would certainly encourage him to sleep in the bed because he much prefers the feather bed when given the choice. We’re working on teaching him to slide off the couch and chairs feet-first, so once he masters that technique to escape his bed too, the feather bed will disappear.
I’m in a bit of a quandary right now. I’ve mentioned before the many friends and relatives who are also pregnant right now. They’re all keeping mum about possible baby names. I support that theory, as I want to keep the final choice of a name as a surprise as well. The problem is that we’re not exactly considering unique names for the baby, and I’m worried that one of the many other preggies will have chosen one of the same names for their baby. I know that shouldn’t be a big deal, especially if it’s a common name, but I don’t want anybody to think I might have stolen the name from them or copied their idea. I’m going to try not to make a big deal of it until I know the baby’s gender. I’m still guessing we’re having a boy, which means only one other baby could be in competition for a name. I’m closer to that baby’s mother too (my good SIL), so I can probably talk names with her and come to an agreement without a problem. But if we’re having a girl, we’ll have a real problem talking with the other four moms about names. I don’t know. Am I making too big of a deal out of this? I try so hard not to step on toes that I’d hate to accidentally choose a name that someone else claims as their own. But can they really get offended if they deliberately kept that name a secret until it was too late?