Hitting the wall
A good friend wants Bob’s help building a wall in his house on Sunday. The problem is that Saturday is Bob’s big fishing trip which means that I’ll have seven days straight of full time parenting without a break. The following weekend Bob can’t help him out because he’s going on a trip to the mountains. And the following weekend is, well, two weekends away and I don’t think our friend wants to wait that long.
So I feel like a jerk because I don’t want him to help. But I don’t want him to help because an hour in the afternoon when Bob gets home, after he’s had time to decompress and before I have to make dinner and feed Sam, isn’t much of a break. I’m totally exhausted all of the time, Sam’s still got some stomach thing going on which is making him fussier and more demanding than usual and interrupting his sleep and mine, and I’m pregnant. I sort of remember the second trimester being easier than the first last time, but the second trimester with a toddler isn’t any easier. I still have morning sickness, I can’t get comfortable, and I wake up coughing four or five times a night because my pregnancy safe asthma medication is totally ineffective compared to the stuff that possibly causes birth defects.
Naps still aren’t regular and involve me driving for an hour, stopping the car every so often to retrieve sippy cups and help put “sock on, sock on.” The idea of seven days straight without a good chunk of time to myself makes me want to cry.
If this next baby’s not a sleeper I’m selling them both on the black market.
Bryan’s baby is due any time now. Be sure to check in.
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November 27th, 2007 at 1:00 pm
Oh, honey. My heart cries out for you.. pregnancy with the one I’m still carrying has been so unbelievably horrible (and completely textbook perfect!), I can’t imagine doing it with another little one running around.
Hang in there.
November 28th, 2007 at 12:56 am
Oh, hang in there. So sorry….. My husband traveled for business when I was pregnant and toting around a toddler. Bah. It was exhausting.
Also, I am totally with you on the “driving around”. Until someone has done it themselves, they cannot possibly know the insanity that is driving around aimlessly while desperately looking in your rearview mirror so that the kid would just GO TO SLEEP already. Argh.