26-2-2009 - Got things goin ON!

My mood while writing this blog: Busy busy

Things are picking up! I do administration work from home for my old boss, and I've been needing to do some more hours, but now I finally have the equipment to get it done, so no rest for the wicked. Had to drive up to the airport to pick my parents up today, the little travelbugs had been way way down south for a couple of days. Hubby's sister is in town for a short visit, and his father gets back from a jobsite on the weekend, so I'm sure there'll be a few hours spent at the in-laws this weekend. Things have settled down since Christmas, so I'm feeling a little better about the "other side" of the family, lol. Not sure how they're going to react to our baby news when we break it, but hey, we can cross that bridge when we come to it.

Speaking of which, we've decided to tell our families at the end of March. I'll be about 10 weeks, and I'll feel a little more comfortable about having others know by then ... I think. I'm really not sure how I'm going to break the news to our friends who've been going through IVF treatement lately. They've just finished the fourth round last week, and if it doesn't work this time, well, I don't know, but I'm sure they'll be devastated. And now I find myself in the same predicament I thought I was in last year when I thought I was pregnant. I'm going to wait and see what their results are, maybe it'll be a case of fourth time lucky. I don't know. But I will feel so guilty if it doesn't work for them. You would be surprised how much this is on my mind. It's really getting to me.

I was a little cranky with my son tonight. Normally he's gorgeous, he eats his dinner, has one last play, then pops off to sleep by 7:30 at the latest, and we don't hear a peep from him until 6ish (or whenever our alarm goes off in the morning). Tonight, he refused to eat his dinner, so I thought, okay, he had too much afternoon tea, and he's just not all that hungry. So I bundled him up in a blanket and had him on my lap trying to put him to sleep, but he kept cracking up on me, having a sook, wiggling around, then he'd lay still for a minute before he'd start all over again. It was driving me crazy. I thought it might have been the two teeth that are about to come through, maybe they were bothering him. But in the end, no, he just prefered to have off-the-shelf, bottled baby food instead of the fresh vegies and beef that his daddy lovingly cooked, flavoured and served him. I think we have spoilt our little man a little too much. If starving children in Africa don't have a choice, neither does he. So at the tender age of almost 1, I think I'm going to have to teach him that he gets what he's given and that's final. I don't want him to be going through his terrible two's knowing he can get what he wants.

Or maybe I'm too strict. Aaargh, this whole parenting thing is hard!! lol. Good luck girls!! Don't we all just have so much to learn?!?!