Even MORE Lessons! (Aren't you excited!?)

This little boy and I have enjoyed our first full week of being home alone together. The hubs went back to work on Monday.

While it has been interesting, it most definitely has been delightful and quite the learning experience.

That's right. I've got more lessons for you.

I don't remember what number I'm on. Let's start with six.

Lesson #6: Kids and Dogs

Having a baby and a 1 year old really active hunting dog is hard work. Especially since it has still been so cold and I've been hesitant to take G on a walk. Plus! The dog has never walked with a stroller. I'm unsure if it is wise to have the baby in the stroller for the first walk. I'll wait to cross that bridge. Maybe I'll cross it when the hubs is home. My point is that this puppy boy wants to spend hours outside mi it were just me and him, I'd happily oblige. But it's not just me and him. If it were, he'd be in his crate all day. And I'd be teaching those five year olds.

Lesson #7: Constipation Sucks

G has been poopless since Monday afternoon. My father in law is a doctor and said be not worried until the fourth poopless day. Hello fourth poopless day. How are you? I think the boy spent more hours grunting and trying to poop than sleeping and eating. Poor kid. We have an unrelated doc appointment today for him. We will definitely bring up the poop.

Lesson #8: Adaptability is Awesome

Back during my pregnancy, and even pre-pregnancy days, I needed some good, solid hours of sleep. Lots of hours. 7, 8, 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep. Man, have I ever adapted. Two, maybe three, hours every so often hasn't been that bad. Sleep when the baby sleeps has been great!

This little guy has only been around for 3 weeks (3 weeks til his due date!) and I've already learned so much!

I think the biggest lesson, though, is how quickly time flies.

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Lesson #4: My Dad is Awesome

This boy came at a crazy time. We thought we had six weeks left. At least a month, for sure.

So we got new carpet. And tore the old stuff out ourselves. The laundry could wait.

There was an amazing deal on laminate flooring. Something we have been eying since we moved in. We installed it ourselves. Big ol' preggo even helped (by sitting in the floor and pounding in staples). Still, the laundry could wait.

But, now?

Now, we've been at the hospital since Monday night and the laundry truly cannot wait.

My dad is at our house right now working through our piles of dirty clothes.

That is one amazing dad.

Lesson #5: on Being a Mom

The only thing I can say about this one is this:

Being a mom is absolutely amazing.

Our Boy is Here!

Oh my goodness, have I learned a thing or two since Monday night.

Lesson #1: life does not go according to plan.

Of course, I knew this. Other things have strayed from the plan in the past. But this week's plan? I was to get a crib set up for my baby. Finish his room. Clean the house. Typical nesting type stuff, yeah?

The peanut had a different plan. And when your water breaks at 10:30 pm and your baby boy is telling you he's coming? He's coming. And he's not going to wait. We got to the hospital by 11, all set to go by 11:30. Buddy boy arrived at 5:23 Tuesday morning. Plans change, right?

Lesson #2: sisters are the shiz.

Because life does not go according to plan, you may sometimes find yourself not quite prepared for things. Such as having a hospital bag packed. It was on my spring break to do list. Right after my water broke, I emptied a threw a few things in...camera, toothbrushes, clean underwear for the hubs, comfy post-labor/delivery clothes for me, my wallet.

That was it. How was I supposed to know?

Tuesday morning, my lovely sister shows up with a suitcase from my house. Clean clothes. Contact solution. Clean socks. A hairbrush. Deodorant. Her old nursing bra. Peanutbutter M&Ms. Mountain Dew for the hubs. A razor. Who knew a razor would be so loved?!

Her husband showed up with a canteen of coffee. We were treated so well. Those dang sisters. They just know it all. She knew what I needed. She knew better than I did. And here I sit, still in the hospital, feeling comfortable because of that small red suitcase brought by my sister.

Lesson #3: I'm a real mom

Technically, I became a mom when we got pregnant. Then again when I gave birth to our sweet little boy.

But. Today. Just thirty minutes ago, I became a real mom.

That's right. My son peed on me.

For now, I'll leave you with those three life lessons.