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September 6, 2005 You know how when you were a kid, and you hated it when adults would pinch your cheeks and say, "I can't believe how big you've gotten - you're growing up so fast!"? Well, I'm totally one of those adults now because I'm constantly marveling at how fast Meredith is growing. Here are some of her more recent milestones:
I'm still a size or so larger than I was pre-Meredith, so last week I got a pair of jeans to tide me over until I can (hopefully) fit back into my old pants. Of course, my early-pregnancy stretch pants fit just fine, but I think that it's time to move beyond stretch pants. It's possible that stretch pants could be construed as moderately sassy (OK, not really, but just humor me) when worn over a cute, tight little early-preggo belly; however, they are not one iota of sassy when worn over a flabby post-pregnancy belly. So, I decided that since I'm a mom now I should treat myself to some Mom Jeans that fit... see my new jeans here (right now my sister's going, "Wait, did she really get those jeans? She can't have. I mean I know post-partum women are hormonal and all, but those jeans have elastic in the waist." And then she's frantically looking up Amanda Guyre's phone number so she can help stage an intervention.) [Click here to see Saturday Night Live's hilarious "Mom Jeans" ad: "This Mother's Day, don't give Mom that bottle of perfume. Give her something that says, 'I'm not a woman any more. I'm a Mom.'"] [Note: After reading this, Tom said, "People are going to think you actually got those jeans. Maybe you should add something about how you were joking about getting them." I told him that anyone who knows me would know that I did not get jeans with elastic in the waist, and that it will be a long, long time before I get Mom Jeans. But, to put Tom's mind at ease, I would like to state for the recond that I did not purchase Mom Jeans. The jeans I got are from Old Navy; they are boot-cut, and low-rise.] You know how "they" always tell new parents to "sleep when the baby sleeps"? Well, I think it's only fair that "they" also tell new babies that it's polite to "sleep when Mommy and Daddy sleep." Meredith apparently hasn't received that message, so we've got her on a strict sleep schedule of whenever she darn well pleases. Actually, she's a champion sleeper between the hours of 7 a.m. and 11 p.m. It's those pesky night time hours that are the problem - she either decides that 2 a.m. would be a good time to explore this big, exciting world she's been born into, or she decides that she can't sleep unless she's cuddled up in her Mommy's or Daddy's arms. I'm sure that all the parents out there are sympathetically saying, "Well, duh," to our stories of sleep woes, but at three in the morning, after a month of not sleeping more than three hours at a stretch, it's easy to forget that in 13 years we'll be fondly reminiscing about back when Meredith actually wanted to cuddle with us. |
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