And Day Two

Sitting here with the laptop open and a blank page staring at me, and I am searching for a topic that I think is interesting enough to write about. That is my problem, or at least one of them. I am editing myself before I have even had a chance to write. I have got to work on that.

Anyway, I mentioned in my first post that every journal except for one has died. The one survivor is actually an ongoing joint project between me and Eli. In January of 2009 we began a journal to chronicle our experiences as we tried to have a baby. The point was to record our experiences and also try to write down the things we are afraid of doing to our kids, and things we want to remember about how we want to raise them. When the journal started, we had just found out in December 2008 that we could likely have difficulty becoming pregnant. What we didn't know then is that when I wrote the first entry on January 4th of 2009, I was already pregnant.

It has been a little over a year since then and we have almost filled the first journal and have purchased a second. We haven't been perfect- there have been stretches of almost a month when we haven't written, and we are constantly trying to play catch up now that Will is here just trying to record as much as possible. Regardless of these lapses, this journal has become extremely important to me. I think of Will as an adult, about to become a father himself, and giving him the journal. I get a little leaky around eyes just typing it. I hope he will see how much he meant to us before we even knew he existed. And how scared we were.

We plan on writing a similar journal for the little brother or sister we hope to give Will in the next couple of years.

On a different note, Will has finally decided on a schedule. My son is a cat-napper and for a long time would wake up in the morning at different times, thus throwing his nap schedule up in the air. Well all that has changed- at least for now. Like clockwork, Will is awake at 7am for his first feeding, and once fed he goes back to sleep by 8am and sleep until 10am. That's right- 10am. This give me a solid 2 hours of grown up time that I haven't had in 4 1/2 months. That time is probably the only real chance this blog has, so I will hope he keeps this schedule for some time. He then gets up at 10, eats again and then has playtime until noon, at which point he takes another hour nap. Which means I get a lunch where I can actually sit down and eat without making goo-goo faces and dancing Mr. Giraffe around between bites. Will is up again at 1pm to- you guessed it- eat again, and then two more hours of playtime and cuddling with Momma. Nap again at 3pm, eat, play repeat. After the 3pm nap Will is usually up for the duration- rarely taking another nap before bed. This actually works out wonderfully because he gets to his longest stretch of awake time right around the time Eli gets home.

I know this scheduling coup probably isn't particularly interesting, but for me it has been a lifesaver. I actually feel like I might have a little of my sanity back. I love Will more than anything, but they ain't kiddin when they say the first months are tough. Wonderful, but tough.

Day Two- check.