Time is flying faster than I could have imagined and yet those nine months of baby growing felt like it was crawling. It’s like waiting for Christmas. It feels like it will never come. Christmas eve is the longest night for a kid and you’ve never been more excited than when morning comes.
Everyday Dax gets bigger. He’s getting teeth! He’s eating squishy food and his stubborn personality is just too cute but frustrating at the same time. Where are the days going? I want time to stop the clock now and not miss a minute of my precious baby.
I’m running but not in a good way. One night, late for an appointment I had to literally run through the park. That was a shock. It came to mind, perhaps I need to begin running again. It would come in handy as I run through my day (especially late for appointments) without wheezing like a smoker and being plagued by that stress incontinence.
It’s hard to fit all my life now into the hours of the day. I see them slip away as Dax grows. Exercise just plummets to the bottom of my list and fatigue and hunger after a long day and work on top of it, drives me to donuts and chips. I’m just too exhausted to make a decent meal.
But there’s still clothes and shoes, and purses. The creation of button up shirts and dresses are wonderful for nursing. In public places like church it’s so easy for baby and me. This dress is such a pretty color. It’s flowy! I love that it’s feminine and it makes me feel girly which we all need either after pregnancy or just too many days in jeans and t-shirts. Time can wait for a minute or two to be just me and not all those others things we women are and do.