12 Weeks

Or as long as it takes to recover from a temporary disability called pregnancy and childbirth.


Happy 12 week birthday to Ed Jr.


Unhappy return to work day for his mother.

I can't complain TOO much, at least I will only be part time, and until we can get a babysitter, part of my part time is from home. Still, since he was born I had hoped that something magical would happen to allow me to stay home with him full time. That magic moment has about 2 hours to happen. Waiting. . .

I can't say that before I was pregnant I ever would have considered being a stay at home mom, but then I had no idea what it was like to love some small child this much. Today for example, it was his first day watching Sesame Street, he loved it. I held him and we danced around to Oscar the Grouch singing a song about the Princess the Grouch. I feel like I am just hitting my mommy stride. I am just starting to get the hang of hanging clothes on the clothes line one handed, the other holding Jr. and keeping the sun out of his eyes.

No, I am not bored at home and no, I do not miss adult companionship, I am happy here. We are happy here.
I know that I will get used to going in to work again and my "maternity leave" will all seem like a distant memory. I am worried, however, that I forgot to kick back and enjoy it for all that it was worth. Perhaps putting my nose to the grindstone will cause me to remember these 12 weeks as the best in my life. How blessed I was to be able to take such a long time. How blessed I am to be able to afford to have this life in the first place.

Shouldn't you get flowers for having to go back to work, or something like that?