Tuesday, I decided I'd hit it: The Wall. That place at the verrrrry end of pregnancy where nothing is cute anymore, nothing is very fun, no sitting/laying/standing position is comfortable for more than two minutes, and every body part is puffy and bloated and aching and you resign yourself to going shoeless and braless unless absolutely necessary to don one of the two torturous devices. I figured I'd get through the next two weeks by enjoying the quality time with my little man, keeping busy with group activities and plenty of outside time, because sitting around at home all day every day never does much for my mood. Or A's. No, it's not easy getting around with a 23 pound toddler while lugging ~7 1/2 pounds of baby in my belly, but I'd deal.
Wednesday, I realized there is something more challenging than week 37 and a toddler ... week 37 and a SICK toddler. Yep, the Mister caught a cold. Color me shocked. First group childcare experience on Monday, sick by Wednesday. (I TOLD him not to lick the other children.) So anyway, now he's miserable. Coughing, sneezing, sniffling, whining, napless. Our story time and playdate for the week and any other public outings- cancelled. That leaves us with a whole lot of time to putter around the house and get very, very bored as we suffer through our respective physical afflictions.
This morning, I decided to put together a few of A's favorite meals to freeze, figuring they'd make good quick lunches for him next month (aka, the time when a new baby comes and I irrationally fear we'll forget to feed HIM like we do the dog more days than I'd really like to admit). I started the cooking project before J left for work, but because I'm pretty much worthless in the kitchen, I wasn't even halfway through when daddy said "bye bye" and the little man screamed at the front door until I came up with something distracting for him to do. Old pot, pasta spoon .... voila. I bought myself the required 30 minutes to finish the meal. And it ended up being a sweet kind of fun, the little dude and I, cooking side by side on a rainy Thursday morning.
The video is nothing fascinating. Probably okay to skip unless you're a blood relative, in which case you are morally obligated to watch it and tell me how cute he is. Yes, even in sweat pant bottoms, a hand-me-down pajama top, and looking all sickly.