So, Little Man is one month old today. That leaves two months of the so-called “fourth trimester.”
I get it. I remember when my last child was a baby repeating to myself, Just get to three months. Things will be better after three months.
I’ve also heard this time referred to as the 90 Days of Darkness.
There are good days and bad days. Likewise with the nights. The hard part is, it’s never the same from one day or night to the next. Of course, if they were all bad, I’d not like that much at all. The point is, I look forward to there being some rhyme or reason to it all. Schedules and predictability are good, for Momma and Baby, especially when I’m trying to plan a trip to the grocery store.
Because this blog is supposed to be about humor, let me find something from the vault. MONTHS ago, long before I was preggo, the Hubs and I were playing a card game while our daughters played quietly nearby. I remarked to him, “Isn’t it great how nice and peaceful our girls are, and how they play together so well?”
SECONDS later we heard the two young neighbor boys through the open window. One said to the other, “Let’s play try to hurt each other!”
We laughed. At that moment I was so glad to have girls.
And yet… 🙂
Ah, what new adventures I’m in for.