Trying to survive January

Boy howdy, has January been a tough month for us. I have started several new posts in the last couple of weeks, but never finished any of them for various reasons.

Such as:

1) I was sick. Throwing up sick. And Max was sick. Ear infection sick. The same day. Which basically means that he cried unless I held him and walked around. And he wouldn't sleep until I had walked around sufficiently. And of course once I put him down because I had to go throw up, he would wake up and start everything all over again.

Oh, and we were not home. We were at a friend's house in Denver. It sucks being sick not at your own house, doesn't it?

2) Andy had to work in Denver for a week, the week after I had already been there for four days. So we tagged along with him so I could see him at some point in the month of January, and we stayed with our dear friend Eldon and family. Eldon's wife passed away Thanksgiving weekend, and they are struggling but doing very well considering. Plus, Andy's work was making a goodbye video for our other friend who is dying of breast cancer.

3) I had to go to New Jersey for work for four days following our week in Denver. I got a new boss and a new team and had to go for teambuilding activities. Those are always fun. Watch The Office if you don't believe me.

They're super fun.

Really.

(not)

So just to give you some perspective (because, really, I know you were just itching for some perspective on my woes): I flew to Denver on Sunday 1/3, flew home to Salt Lake on Wednesday 1/6. The whole family then drove to Denver on Saturday 1/9. We stayed at Eldon's for a week. I flew to New Jersey on Sunday 1/17 and Andy and Max went to his mom's house in Larkspur, CO. Andy worked while his mom watched Max. I flew home from New Jersey on Wednesday night 1/20. On Thursday afternoon 1/21, we drove home from Colorado to Utah.

I have so much laundry to do. Can you even imagine?

Thanks to all the stress and traveling (despite vigilant pumping), my milk supply is diminished, so I can no longer nurse Max. That wasfor all of my male readers - I knew they cared about that.

Right?

So today we are off to take Max to the doctor for his four-month checkup and his shots. Looks to me like he's grown quite a bit, don't you think?

Here's hoping my next post is a little less complaint ridden.

Back to blogging

Several people I know really enjoyed Andy's blog when he actually kept it up. He was about ready to pull the plug, but lucky for us, he decided to join the blogging bandwagon again.

Hope on over to Andy's blog if you feel like reading about our adventures from Andy's perspective.

And I will say this: he is the one with the camera, so if you want to see pictures of me, that is probably where you will find them.

Missing Mr. Max

It has now been 50 hours since I have seen my baby.

Andy dropped me off at the airport Sunday afternoon at 1:00, and it is the first time I have not had Max with me since he was conceived. I carried him for nine months inside of me and for three months outside of me.

Now he is not here, and I feel somewhat lost.

Don't get me wrong; being in Denver for work is nice. It's nice to see my co-workers and friends. Get a pedicure at my regular salon and eat at my favorite restaurants. I almost feel like a regular childless person again.

Almost.

There is still this: my arms feel empty, like empty-empty, like I'm missing some extension of them. You'd think they would be lighter than air not lugging an almost-12-pound baby around, but instead they hang by my sides, heavy with the sadness of not being able to hold him. And unsure of how to make themselves useful. What did I do with my arms before I held a baby all day? I don't remember.

And this: my ears continue to strain for his cry, but they don't hear it.

Oh, and definitely this: I wake up every three hours at night, ready to nurse him and cuddle him back to sleep, but am greeted instead by my pump and a stiff hotel chair instead of our comfortable rocker.

I know leaving Max is not the end of the world. When we moved to Utah, I knew that traveling for my job was inevitable. I know Max is in excellent hands, receiving superior care - his daddy takes such great care of him. (Almost better than me, I think, since feeding issues have almost diminished in my absence. What the heck?) I have no doubt we will all survive this three-day separation.

But I don't have to like it.

At least I know Andy is not leaving him in pajamas all day. He sent me a picture as proof. He even put together a pretty good looking outfit, if I do say so myself.

And oh yes! I miss Andy too, not just Max. But it's different - Andy hasn't been fully dependent on me for a year. He's pretty good about taking care of himself. Plus, we've been apart before - we've got that down, old hat.

But not me and Max. This is our first.

And I just have to make it about 27 more hours.

When the shoe doesn't fit...

I knew when I got pregnant my body would change.

I knew I would have new aches and pains.

I knew my hair might become more (or possibly less) curly, (definitely) more gray, and less plentiful.

I knew my nails would grow faster and be more strong.

And I knew I would gain weight. That was a no-brainer.

So I pretty much figured I wouldn't look exactly the same as before. I knew I'd need to buy bigger clothes, and that I might have to wear these clothes for a while after Max came.

Okay, fine.

But I hoped that not every blamed thing I own would no longer fit me - namely my jewelry and my shoes.

I have not worn my beautiful engagement ring in about nine months now. Sad, but it can always be made bigger.

But most sad of all is that I just gave two boxes of shoes to my sister, whose feet are now smaller than mine. We used to wear the same size - 7.5. And shoes can't be stretched to fit bigger feet.

Sniff.

I am sad that my feet are now big. Not small and dainty as some people referred to them. Not even average.

They are, in fact, now big.

The question I have is this: how many women have to replace a closetfull of shoes once they have their babies? Is this common?

Not that knowing whether it's common makes me feel any better. It's still crummy.