Blueberry turned 2 months on Monday. That seems really old. I think it’s mostly because I'm having to transition from saying how many weeks old she is to saying how many months. MONTHS!
She celebrated her two month birthday by having a growth spurt and eating like she was a starving wee beastie for over a day. Every 1 to 1.5 hours--the desperate wail of, "I'm dying; feed me now!" Monday she and I never made it out of our PJs, too busy eating and napping (growth spurts are exhausting work—for me and for her). Sadly, she had just had three lovely days with one four hour stretch of sleeping at night. All gone now. I’m praying she'll go back to that schedule again as I was quite enjoying a little extra bit of sleep. Granted, I missed the extra snoozing the first night as Chris and I were talking instead of sleeping, but hey, it's the thought that counts, right?
Chris and I celebrated her two month birthday (ok, maybe we weren't celebrating her birthday in particular, but the timing was in the general vicinity) by going out on a date. Just the two of us. Alone. Away from her. Shocking, I know. Her babysitters reported she did very well (thank you Kristy), so that was comforting.
Any ways...As of today, life as I have known it for the last 10 years is officially over. I know, I know. Blueberry's appearance changed everything already, but we've taken it one step further. I am no longer a working/career woman (not that I ever really thought of myself as a career woman, but I guess that’s the classification I fell into). I am going to be a stay at home mum. Or at least a part-time, work from home one. Mostly. I am picking up a shift at my old dance studio (very excited about that!) and the rest of the ins and outs of our future financial situation is still being worked out, but one way or the other, I’m not returning to the regular work force. It’s a weird feeling that’s going to take some getting used to. And knowing, more clearly, how we’re going to make this happen will be comforting.
But in the meantime, I relish the decision and the realization that daycare will not be in my baby’s future.
Now to figure out how to go about this new life….