I know tummy time is over for my slick little three month old when I hear a guttural ”HAHA!” followed by a shriek and his little dangling toys start clattering and jingling.
He’s got this flipping over thing almost completely down.
Dammit. Time to start browsing for the things I might need to baby proof the house.
Just purchased 340 diapers, a brand new baby swing, an adorable crib bedding set, and some other baby essentials via online. I’m stoked for it to get here so I can start getting the nursery prepped and ready.
Nesting stage is a go!
I should seriously just start recording my belly. I’m only 23 weeks in, but the baby makes my belly shake more than Diego ever did. Even my cats have just started smacking at the little lumps and bumps, because it’s very frequent. What’s even more funny is when my belly’s all lop-sided because the baby’s at this one specific side and it just makes it look weird.
Pregnancies are funny.
When I do, he looks at me in all seriousness and said “Mama, winter is coming.”
…I think I’ve made far too many jokes about GoT in this house.
And the only thing close-enough to these standards would be little Diego. In which case, I did snuggle with him for about 20 minutes, but then I put him back in his bed. It would suck in grievous amounts if he regresses to not wanting to sleep alone in his bed, in his own room. He’s already reverted to dependancy to eat again. He used to be so good at eating by himself, almost getting the fork and spoon thing down all too well, but then he got sick, and he didn’t wanna eat at all… and now, he won’t eat unless you actually feed him. Hell, right now, I’m regressing to the days he used to sleep with me in my room. Don’t need any more toddler milestone relapses. I just wanna put him in bed with me and hug him til we both pass out, though. He is a really good snuggler, too. He lives for that good stuff. But I can’t. And this makes me sad.
I need snuggles. I must be about to get my period or something.
I hate how almost all of my personal updates are about how sick I feel. This cold won’t go away. So I’m just laying here on my couch, switching from reading a book, tumblr, and sims social on facebook, because I don’t even have the energy to go down to the basement and put the laundry load to dry or even eat breakfast.
And then comes Diego, slowly walking up to me, handing me a plush toy of Stitch (from the Disney movie “Lilo and Stitch”), which he calls Ollie, for some weird reason. After giving me
Stitch Ollie, he pets my hair and asks, “Mama, are you ok?” and I reply “No, baby. Mama’s feeling sick today.” “It’s ok, Mama. I love you. You’ll be ok.”
Did I ever mention how complete my life felt when he learned how to say “I love you”? Best feeling ever. I hate that I can’t smother him with snuggles so that he won’t get my germs. But it made a world of a difference.