And I mean that in the most “I’m back, but so out of it that I don’t really remember my name” kind of way.
I’ve spent the last week taking a baby on airplane trips and meeting my husband’s extended family and driving and, egads!, more driving and going to rehearsal dinners and weddings and seeing my little brother out at a bar (ew) and attempting not to strangle my parents when they are snotty to me and others in public and going to interviews for new jobs that I really don’t want to take because I already am raising my daughter and that is a full time job PEOPLE!
Now I am attempting to recover from all of this by laying on my couch and watching old Friends reruns and Grey’s Anatomy episodes. But I promise, as soon as the neutrons start firing again, I’ll be back to tell everyone how Trent got a dirty man arrested and how Lucy rolled over and how I am undeniably the worst-ever player of the game Catch Phrase. Wish me luck in my recovery.
Everyone keeps telling me how lucky I am that my wonderful, little princess is already sleeping through the night. They go on and on about how lucky we are and how rested we look. That is usually when I want to punch them in the head.
You see, I haven’t really slept in about 10 months. Throughout the whole pregnancy and after, I’ve had a lot of trouble getting to sleep at night. It drives me absolutely nuts! Especially since this has continued into the present. For example, our nightly schedule is this: Lucy goes down for bed at around 8:30 p.m. I wake her up at 10:30 p.m. for a final feeding, and then I head off to bed between 11 and 11:30. Then I lay in bed until at least 1 a.m. Sometimes I fall asleep, sometimes I don’t. Then, when baby girl wakes up at 6 in the morning, I’m exhausted. Then I usually put her back down at 7 or 7:30 a.m., I go back to sleep until 10. Then I’m up all day and it just keeps going in that never-ending cycle.
I am a person that really likes to get up early and get things done and I REALLY need my rest. I’m beginning to get so frustrated with all of this, and I don’t know what to do because as a nursing mom, I can’t take any sleeping meds. I wish Trent’s sleep schedule could rub off on me. That kid can fall asleep anywhere at any time. Ridiculous. So right now I have finally given up on falling asleep easily and have filled my KU scooner with some Bud Light, hoping it will make me sleepy. Or at least put me in a better mood.
This week has been absolutely CRAZY (small sidenote: I’ve finally heard that Gnarls Barkley song “Crazy” and now it is replaying in my head constantly, so when you read the above sentence make sure to think of that song when you read “CRAZY.” Then you’ll have it in your head too, and I won’t feel so alone). We’ve had Parents as Teachers and full day babysitters and haircuts (oh, the haircuts) and pedicures (where a nice Vietnamese woman got up off the floor of the shop and stopped eating her chedder bites from Sonic to apply my polish) and first days of school and packing for the Peters’ Family Reunion. Lord.
We leave on Saturday to Rhode Island for the aforementioned reunion. I’m going to meet all of the members of Trent’s family that I’ve only heard about in long-winded stories. I’m nervous about flying with the little one (and possibly having to taste my breastmilk in public to show it is not a chemical agent), but it should be a good trip. After we get back, we head straight to Manhattan for a wedding in which Trent is the best man. That same day there is a wedding in Lawrence in which I am to read. So, long story short, this page will be seldomly updated, if at all, for the next week or so. But I’m sure I’ll come back with awkward stories of how Trent’s super-conservative family said something that pissed me off but I had to hold it in until my eyes popped out of my head. Or maybe a story of my parents at one of the weddings. Or maybe Lucy will have a blow out poop on the airplane and we’ll be asked to leave by an air marshall. Hopefully they’ll give us parachutes.
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Vacation Hangover
/0 Comments/in Blond /by MeganI’m back.
And I mean that in the most “I’m back, but so out of it that I don’t really remember my name” kind of way.
I’ve spent the last week taking a baby on airplane trips and meeting my husband’s extended family and driving and, egads!, more driving and going to rehearsal dinners and weddings and seeing my little brother out at a bar (ew) and attempting not to strangle my parents when they are snotty to me and others in public and going to interviews for new jobs that I really don’t want to take because I already am raising my daughter and that is a full time job PEOPLE!
Now I am attempting to recover from all of this by laying on my couch and watching old Friends reruns and Grey’s Anatomy episodes. But I promise, as soon as the neutrons start firing again, I’ll be back to tell everyone how Trent got a dirty man arrested and how Lucy rolled over and how I am undeniably the worst-ever player of the game Catch Phrase. Wish me luck in my recovery.
Sleep Apnea
/1 Comment/in Grumples /by MeganEveryone keeps telling me how lucky I am that my wonderful, little princess is already sleeping through the night. They go on and on about how lucky we are and how rested we look. That is usually when I want to punch them in the head.
You see, I haven’t really slept in about 10 months. Throughout the whole pregnancy and after, I’ve had a lot of trouble getting to sleep at night. It drives me absolutely nuts! Especially since this has continued into the present. For example, our nightly schedule is this: Lucy goes down for bed at around 8:30 p.m. I wake her up at 10:30 p.m. for a final feeding, and then I head off to bed between 11 and 11:30. Then I lay in bed until at least 1 a.m. Sometimes I fall asleep, sometimes I don’t. Then, when baby girl wakes up at 6 in the morning, I’m exhausted. Then I usually put her back down at 7 or 7:30 a.m., I go back to sleep until 10. Then I’m up all day and it just keeps going in that never-ending cycle.
I am a person that really likes to get up early and get things done and I REALLY need my rest. I’m beginning to get so frustrated with all of this, and I don’t know what to do because as a nursing mom, I can’t take any sleeping meds. I wish Trent’s sleep schedule could rub off on me. That kid can fall asleep anywhere at any time. Ridiculous. So right now I have finally given up on falling asleep easily and have filled my KU scooner with some Bud Light, hoping it will make me sleepy. Or at least put me in a better mood.
In My Absence
/0 Comments/in Blond /by MeganThis week has been absolutely CRAZY (small sidenote: I’ve finally heard that Gnarls Barkley song “Crazy” and now it is replaying in my head constantly, so when you read the above sentence make sure to think of that song when you read “CRAZY.” Then you’ll have it in your head too, and I won’t feel so alone). We’ve had Parents as Teachers and full day babysitters and haircuts (oh, the haircuts) and pedicures (where a nice Vietnamese woman got up off the floor of the shop and stopped eating her chedder bites from Sonic to apply my polish) and first days of school and packing for the Peters’ Family Reunion. Lord.
We leave on Saturday to Rhode Island for the aforementioned reunion. I’m going to meet all of the members of Trent’s family that I’ve only heard about in long-winded stories. I’m nervous about flying with the little one (and possibly having to taste my breastmilk in public to show it is not a chemical agent), but it should be a good trip. After we get back, we head straight to Manhattan for a wedding in which Trent is the best man. That same day there is a wedding in Lawrence in which I am to read. So, long story short, this page will be seldomly updated, if at all, for the next week or so. But I’m sure I’ll come back with awkward stories of how Trent’s super-conservative family said something that pissed me off but I had to hold it in until my eyes popped out of my head. Or maybe a story of my parents at one of the weddings. Or maybe Lucy will have a blow out poop on the airplane and we’ll be asked to leave by an air marshall. Hopefully they’ll give us parachutes.