Tomorrow will be one month since Lucas was born. A whole month...how crazy is that? It seems like just yesterday that I was pregnant, waiting for him to be born!
Hes laughing more now, and he holds his head up, and he grins and he can almost roll onto his side...hes so cute, but of course, I am biased. And I am cherishing every cuddle that I get with him. Jeremy fusses at me for holding him so much, and letting him sleep with me sometimes. But I figure he'll be sleeping in his own bed by the time he goes to college, so why not indulge MY need to cuddle? I am banking them for when I go back to work.
Saturday morning was the first time I have lost my temper with Jeremy since I had Lucas. In the beginning, he shared in the sleepless nights, but Lucas has been a good baby, and its rare that hes up all night. But when hes up, hes up. So, after Jeremy went back to work, I took on the nights so he could sleep, of course, I can sleep a little later. And yes I am breastfeeding, but I pump it into bottles, so Jeremy can give me a break on the weekends. Well, apparently, I needed to TELL Jeremy my expectations. So, Saturday morning, I did not get to sleep until 3:30 almost 4. At 7, Lucas is SCREAMING. I hear Jeremy get out of the bed, so I am like, oh, hes wonderful. Hes going to get the bottle warmed up, and help me out. I change Lucas' diaper. Boy, was I WRONG. Wrong, wrong, wrong, WWWWRRRRROOOONNNNGGG. He gets up, pees, and comes back to bed. No bottle. No nothing. So, I get out of bed. And I leave Lucas in there to continue to scream. I put the bottle in the warmer and wait. The louder Lucas screams, the louder Jeremy snores...now, I am pissed. This is ridiculous. I take that warmed up bottle, stomp, yes STOMP, back to the bedroom and shove him as hard as I could. He rolls over and looks at me and I yelled, "Are you going to feed your son so that I can go pump?!" And he really didnt get a choice, because I slammed the bottle on his chest and walked out. If he hadnt of grabbed it, the precious breast milk would have spilled all over him. I was livid. I dont wake up in the morning and decide to be a bitch. But he just pushed my bitch button, and that was all she wrote. I pumped another bottle, and went back to bed, and he didnt say much to me...what could he say? His petite, understanding and caring wife, turned into wifezilla in a blink of an eye! Now I understand why praying mantises bite the heads off their mates after they impregnate her. Why keep them around? All they'll do is piss you off and get in the way! Anyways, I havent lived it down yet, despite, my 1,000 apologies. Hopefully, he'll forget it and we can move on...until I do something else ridiculously rash!
Well, I am signing off now so I can go eat dinner...until the next time...
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