I am slowly, slowly recovering from my cold/sinus infection. I am still a little stuffy and blowing my nose every 5 minutes but it is markedly better than I was on NYE. I ended up crashing early on NYE and not even seeing the ball drop. My husband swears he came in and kissed me at midnight but I do not recall that.
Usually I am sad to see the Christmas season go and I get a little sappy as I put up my tree and decorations but not this year. Friday evening as soon as we got Bear to bed I got to work on packing up all the ornaments and decor while my husband dutifully hauled Rubbermaid containers up and down from the attic. I even got to use my label maker to label all my pretty red and green containers I bought at Target with the appropriate contents. So next Christmas I will know which box has the net lights and which has the stockings.
I can't tell you what a relief it was to get up Saturday morning and see my living room back to normal. It just seemed so crowded and cluttered with the Christmas decor. Not to mention my glee at not having to keep Bear out of the tree anymore. I am ready to move forward into this spring. It helped that the weather was gorgeous Saturday and it just felt springy. Of course it was cold and wet today but Saturday gave me that glimpse of spring I needed to get me out of my post-holiday funk.
I think a big part of it is now that Christmas is out of the way I can start focusing on getting ready for the baby to come this spring. He is still a little over 3 1/2 months away but it seems closer now that Christmas is over. I am really excited to meet him. My husband and I have been talking a lot lately about whether this is our last baby or if we might want a 3rd. And for now it looks like this will be our last and I am OK with that. I am a little sad to give up my dream of having my own little girl but yet I am glad to have the decision made and just enjoy this as my last pregnancy and see our family as complete when he gets here. I just think a family of 4 works for us for a lot of different reasons.
I went through Bear's toy chest tonight and cleared out all the little baby toys and stored them away for the new baby. This made room for his Christmas loot and upcoming birthday loot. Now I can actually close the toy chest. He loves his new big boy room although he still sleeps in his crib in the nursery. He spends almost all of his waking hours in his new room playing and sitting at his little table. I'm glad that he loves it so much. I think that will make it a lot easier to transition him when the baby gets here.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
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I know how you feel thinking about it being your last baby. I thought that with my second, too. Of course, I got pregnant 8 months later while on birth control, so I say: Never say never! ;oD Hubby is fixed now, so I'm finally relieved that we're done. Knowing that is a huge relief when you can think about moving on with your family! I'm thinking about you!
I was a little sad to take down the pretty Christmas decorations, but I think I was even more glad to see my living room super clean.
I am having my second in about 10 weeks and I will be moving my daughter out of the nursery soon after into her own room. I may use your strategy and set up the room and let her get used to playing in it, before she starts sleeping in there. Thanks. :)
I was so glad to pack up Christmas this year. I should have been more into it, but I just wasn't.
We've been discussing the idea of #2 lately. I wish we had come to an agreement, but having a baby require 2 yeses and not having one only requires 1 no...I'm the no right now - it's really killing my husband.
Glad to hear things are coming along with plans for the new baby.
Also happy to hear that Bear really likes his little table!
glad you feel better!
Isn't it weird how after a while all the Christmas stuff just looks like clutter? I'm always glad to see it come and always glad to see it go!
Glad you're feeling better. :) Wait until Baby Boy #2 is here....life with two little guys is insanity, trust me. You'll really, REALLY be fine with this being your last, lol.
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