December 31, 2010
In retrospect, 2010 seemed to have been all about being pregnant, for me. Or about doing things while being pregnant – or about not doing them. (Fortunately, being pregnant is something I turned out to be really quite good at, and I count myself among the fortunate for that!)
January and February were a mess of snowstorms (and 7 days off from school!), and by the end of February, we’d just gotten serious about training for our half marathon(s). Then I found out I was pregnant on March 2, Allen turned 30 on March 10, and during the last week of March, we ran the awesome Monument Avenue 10K in Richmond with Rebecca and Chris and then lazed away the rest of the week in Harpers Ferry, feeling blissfully secluded from the world.
In April, the baby and I ran 10 miles but then had our half marathon dreams crushed the week of the race when I had some spotting. Instead, I spectated at 3 different mile markers along the Oklahoma City Memorial Half Marathon while Allen, Brandi and Steven, and Melissa and Naqi completed their first half marathon! I fully felt the meaning of bittersweet that day. Or perhaps, “opportunity cost.” Then in May, Rebecca finished her first half, the Marine Corps Historic Half Marathon in Fredericksburg. I am so proud of all my awesome friends who completed their first half in 2010, and I can’t wait to join them in 2011.
Where were we? I have a love-hate relationship with June, aka Anger Management Month. School ended, and I said goodbye to a well-loved group of 5th graders. I packed up my July and August with math workshops – some kind of light came on this year, and I am still well into my honeymoon period with teaching math. I spent a week in August with my mom in Orlando and got a visit in with Jill as well. We began a major renovation of our master bathroom and closets in August, and Allen and John worked around the clock for a week, while I made runs for food and materials (and did a bit of tiling and grouting and painting myself). I squeezed yoga and a handful of indoor runs (waddles?) into the holes in my summer schedule, and suddenly, September was here, and school was back in. Those nine weeks of summer seemed to have gone by so quickly, and I only had nine weeks until my due date. Terrifying!
September and October were a total frenzy at work, punctuated by two lovely baby showers, one empowering 5K, the completion (after so many weekend and evening and early morning hours put in by Allen) of our bathroom renovation, and daily comments on how big I was. (Word to the wise: the word big need never be said to a pregnant female, not even when conversing with a rhino.) And just as quickly as the summer passed, the next nine weeks had ended, and I found myself on my couch, waiting for the baby to arrive.
And then, November 6, Colin arrived, and I don’t remember anything that’s happened since then. I’m sure I’d look back on it fondly if I did, but regardless: 2010, goodbye. You were a good year.
December 30, 2010
We’ve been entirely indulgent of Colin’s schedule – he sleeps when he wants, he wakes when he wants, he eats when he wants, he says jump – you get the idea. But with only four weeks until I go back to work, I started worrying that a 10:30 pm bedtime was a little unrealistic, no matter how much I loved sleeping in until 10:30 am with him.
So last night, we instituted a 7:00 pm bedtime. Fortunately for us, he happened to fall asleep right at 7:00 pm. Because really, who are we kidding? He’s still the boss.
Anyway, we put him to bed at 7:00 pm. (Show no weakness!) He slept until 8:20, when he needed to eat. He went right back to sleep, woke and nursed again at 11:00 pm, and slept until 3:00 am. (Usually he’s up for an hour sometime between 9 - 11 pm, which is why we were putting him to bed then. Last night, he fell right back to sleep after nursing and skipped that hour.) The 3:00 am waking was a little harder; he was up for an hour and fifteen minutes. But when he woke at 6:00 and 8:00, he went back to sleep within 5-10 minutes. When I got out of bed at 10:00 am, I felt fairly refreshed. And confused. He went to bed earlier, and we were still in bed at 10 am? Well, that wasn’t so bad!
I got up, took a shower, waited for the baby to wake up any minute… And then I waited, and I waited. And waited. And finally, at 11:30 am, a full hour later than he usually gets up, he decided to join the world of the waking.
He had a totally pleasant day, filled with happy waking times and appropriate naps (including the one above). And then he went to bed at 7:30 tonight. Shabam!
December 29, 2010
I never know what to say after long absences from the blog. For that matter, Chez Schmanz was all but forgotten in 2010! And that’s probably okay, because nobody really wants to hear the minutae of my pregnancy – but you get to opt in to the minutae of life with a baby. Maybe.
Colin is 7 and a half weeks old, and I may just be able to steal time to post updates on my blog and save for myself some of the experiences of his early days. Goodness knows I am not actually moving any of this to long-term memory, with how tired I am. It will all be soon forgotten, and he’ll standing in the kitchen, towering over me, heading off to college or something.
He has just started “talking” more, and I couldn’t be happier about it. Two nights ago, I was in the bathroom and heard the baby crying. I came out to the bedroom to find him in bed with Allen, calm, and chatting up a storm. Allen was smiling at him, as if he hadn’t just been rudely awoken. Colin was laughing and cooing and making all kinds of noise. Now I can tell the pediatrician at his two month visit that yes, he laughs. At the one month appointment, I said I didn’t really know, but I guess he does make happy noises. At that point, it all sounded like crying or neutral to me. But now that boy is smiling and cooing. My favorite sound is still that relieved half-cry he lets out when we pick him up, and he decides that everything is going to be alright. But it’s still a little sad. So, “Lehhhhhh.”