Random Chit Chat

Drew had been making strides in his overnight sleep habits and is now, shall we say, regressing.

I know newborns don’t sleep through the night.  I know breastfed newborns wake even more often than formula fed newborns.  I know this too shall pass and that these baby days are quickly fleeting.

But mama wants some sleep.

I just want to go back to laying him down at 11 and having him sleep till 2 or 3.  I don’t mind being up for an hour feeding him and cuddling him and going back to sleep for another 3-4 hours.

That’s not my perfect world scenario, but by golly I’ll take it!

Just a couple of good stretches with Drew in his crib and me unconscious in my own bed.

Snoring and drooling like it’s my J.O.B.

But alas, he has different ideas lately and I’m trying to be patient.

Trying being the key word there.

Funny thing is that I think of the girls as not having done this to me.  I’ve almost totally forgotten most of the sleep woes I had with them.

I think God does this.  So we keep having babies!

Forget all the hard parts so that you’re willing to do it again.

Touché, God.

Touché.

In other news, Andy and I are planning to do a Whole30 soon but I keep pushing back the start date.

I was going to start on January 12th to do it along with a group of my online friends, but then I decided t0 wait till Drew was 6 weeks old.

Then I pushed it back so I’d have a chance to use up my coffee creamer. It would be a crime for it to go to waste, right?

Now the coffee creamer is gone and I’ve survived 2 mornings without it, but I can’t conceive of a life where I don’t binge watch House on Netflix while stuffing my face alternating sweet and salty treats.

Pathetic, I know.

But this junk food thing has got a serious grip on me at the moment.

Kids are napping? How about a cookie! And then some random leftover Halloween candy!

Hubby is gone for the evening? How about some white cheddar popcorn!  How about the whole.giant.bag. in 2 days.

O_o

Yeah.  That’s my M.O. lately and I’ve got to quit A.S.A.P.

The craziest part is that I’m eating like this while I’m reading the Whole30 book It Starts With Food.  That’s like watching the Biggest Loser while eating a giant sundae!

Ultimately the issue isn’t a food issue, it’s a heart issue.

Things feel out of control right now with the 3 kiddos, sleepless nights, assimilation into real life now that Drew Boo is getting a little older and I can’t hide out claiming “newborn!” forever.

On top of all that, Andy is starting to make plans for his final year of med school.  Plans that include traveling for 2-4 week stretches to visit the various military hospitals he might be placed at for his residency  Planning those trips is tricky enough from a scheduling standpoint, but he also has to plan them based on what he wants to specialize in.

That adds a whole other layer to things.

We spent years wondering what Andy wanted to do when he “grew up” and when he decided to go to medical school it seemed like we found our answer.

In many ways we did, but now there’s the issue of “what kind of doctor do you want to be?”

He’s had a lean toward family medicine from the start, but now that he’s rotating through various specialties he’s having different thoughts.

His classmate was dead set on becoming an OBGYN since well before medical school.  She recently did an OB rotation and discovered that she hated it.

She honestly didn’t like it one bit and is now excited at the idea of becoming a family doctor.

Andy has maintained an open mind from the start.  He knew his personality would be a good fit with family med (he’s one of the most approachable and disarming people you’ll meet) but he knew rotations could change everything.

His recent Neurology and Anesthesiology rotations have really piqued his interest.

For now we are in the thinking and praying stages…well mostly Andy is because I kind of have my head in the sand about all this being real.

I fully support whatever he decides to do.  I feel so very fortunate to be able to stay home and take care of our babies and I’ll continue to do that no matter what he picks, so I want him to make a decision he feels excited about.

Poor guy has to carry the burden of that looming decision on top of everything else he’s juggling.  Good thing he’s so awesome :)

Well, now that I’ve rambled for 850 words, I think I’ll wrap it up.

My plan is to do a favorite things post next!

Hope you’re all well and enjoying the new year so far :)