When we were trying to get pregnant with Callan, we decided there would be no trying during the month of March. I didn’t want the chaos of a Christmas baby, especially knowing I would be having a c-section. Little did I know that a November baby is just as difficult. Even one born on November 1st. Things around here have been complete chaos for the past 2 months.
Callan was born.
I turned 27.
Recovery from C-section.
We hosted 13 people for Thanksgiving weekend.
We had 2 days of only us in the house.
I threw a baby shower for my sis-in-law at my house.
We celebrated our 6th Anniversary.
Christmas shopping with a newborn and a 3 year old. Ahh!
We hosted 15 people for Christmas and the full week afterwards.
Went to my sister’s house in Ohio for New Years.
January 3rd – I CRASHED
It was the first day I have come downstairs in my pajamas since Callan was born.
I feel like I haven’t sat still in 2 months. I have 8 loads of clean laundry piled in my bedroom yet to be folded. The Christmas decorations are scattered everywhere waiting on the hubs to carry the storage boxes up from the basement. Every bed in my house is rocking dirty sheets from all the company.
And what am I doing?
Blogging, Pinning, downloading new iPad apps. Nursing. Watching Real Housewives. Nursing. Eating my weight in Christmas candy. Nursing. Snuggling with Cooper while streaming Netflix movies. (Humm. The majority of this is benefits of finally having internet.)
So I plan to keep doing these things and not feeling bad in the least. Because after all, I’m hosting neighborhood Bunco next Friday that I need to plan for and we are going to New York the next weekend. Oh, and I’m running a half marathon in March that I need to start training for.
Maybe I have sit still issues. Is there such a thing?