The guy and I have been camping out in the living room every night for the past few weeks. It all started when the heater stopped working efficiently, and our room was too cold to set foot into. Now everything is back to normal and we're still out here. C on the floor and me on the couch. Previously, C had been on the floor in our room, next to the bed. I had the entire bed to myself, but still I wasn't sleeping well. I sleep much better on the couch. I'm not sure why. I also find myself waking up on my back a lot and being comfortable there. At 33 weeks pregnant, isn't that strange? Not good?
This evening I talked to a friend who recently had a baby, and I was reminded that in six weeks we are going to have a newborn on our hands again. I don't know if we're ready. Right now all we can think about is where is Collin going to get a job? Are we moving? What will Drue say next? Do next? Poor Paige...we just haven't thought about you very much.
Before D was born, I wrote in a journal to her often. I've never been a great journaler, so it wasn't daily, but at least I was doing something. I need to start doing that for Paige. I need to start doing something, like rereading a book about how to, for lack of much better words, deal with a newborn. I've already taken care of one, and not even that long ago, and I feel clueless. I think I think we'll just find out what P is like and how she is different or similar from Drue and go from there. We didn't have a necessarily set plan with Drue, and we'll have even less of one with Paige. All I know is I want to nurse her more and stress about her schedule less. Which reminds me, I need to go get a GOOD nursing bra. Any suggestions?
OK, and since I've included the word bra in the title, I must share a funny Drue story about bras, mine specifically. Sometime while Collin was gone on interview I had slept in the living room, and instead of changing into some semblance of pajamas in my room before heading to bed in the living room, I just popped off the bra and slept on the couch in whatever I was wearing that day. The bra stayed in the living room with me, and the next morning, before I had picked everything up, Drue found the bra, picked it up and exclaimed, "Ooooh, woooow! Wassaaaaat?!" Hilarious.