It was one of those total FREAK OUT moments where I just hated my hair because it truly changed so much since my first pregnancy that I just wanted to start fresh. Everything is different about it these days: the color is lighter, the texture is not as silky smooth, it’s easily damaged and damaged looking, and it’s a whole lot of blah. I’m a lot happier with less of it. This is probably the shortest it’s been in over 10 years, and I thought it would be harder to let go of something that felt that I needed so much. I felt like I used my hair to hide behind or whatever, and now I’m just like Eff It. Like who the Eff cares?! After I give birth to baby #2 (who is only 3 months away BTW), I’m going to get some highlights too. This is not wild and crazy to most people, but for me, it’s like a big thing. I just hate sitting there getting my hair done for so long and so frequently, but I think sometimes change is important and feeling good about oneself is even more important.
Also, last night I realized that the baby is going to be here pretty soon so I better start preparing or something. There is a Pottery Barn Kids Friends and Family Sale going on today, so I ordered the curtains and the mobile that go with the bedding that we already have. We still need to paint the room, get furniture, a diaper pail, a changing pad, a rug, a sound machine, and a monitor and I feel like those basics will be enough to get by or like say we’re basically done. We somewhat have a name. It’s not truly final, but we have 1 name that we both like at this moment in time – which is pretty huge considering we couldn’t decide on baby H’s name until the day we left the hospital. Things are sort of progressing…
Little H is driving us INSANE right now. He’s been sick in some way or another for like 4 weeks. It was a cold, then a double ear infection with bronchiolitis, then his cold never went away, and it’s still here really. Last night, he woke up like 4 times. I was up with that dude from 1:30-3:30am. He was sleeping on me, like upright so he could breath out of his nose, but if I laid him down he’d get all stuffed again and would like wake up and freak the Eff out. Nights are bad. I heard there is a 2 year sleep regression too, which I think we’re totally experiencing. He resists bedtime, and he used to be so good about just laying down and going right to sleep on his own. Now, I put him down and he stands up and screams for like 30 minutes (it’s been like 2 weeks of this). He will usually eventually fall asleep after that, but once in a while I’ll have to go in there and rub his back to help him nod off. I think it’s like sleep regression and like separation anxiety maybe – he became extra attached to me after we were home together for 10 days straight during his illnesses. Anyhow, I don’t know what to do here. He’s driving us nuts, we’re exhausted, he’s been tired, and at this point I don’t even feel like we can leave him with a babysitter so we can go out to dinner or anything. Like that’s how bad he is right now at night, and we really need a night out!!
I don’t even know where to go from here with H’s sleeping issues – any thoughts?